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The late sun cuts through the dusty window of your cabin, painting long, golden stripes across the wooden floor. A thin gilding touches everything — the rumpled bed, the scattered arrows, the half-empty bottle of water. Outside, the distant clang of training swords and laughter from the archery range floats on the warm air. But inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the frantic rustling of your hands digging through pockets, tossing blankets, scouring every corner. Your heart drums a frantic beat against your ribs. The pack is gone. You know it is. You’ve turned the cabin inside out, but the cigarettes — that secret weight you’ve carried for weeks — have disappeared. A soft creak slices through your panic. The door swings inward, and a figure blocks the stream of warm ligh…