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Lily sat by a tiny fire, her hands wrapped around a warm acorn cup. Bramble sat on her knee, his face thoughtful.

"What are you thinking about?" Lily asked.

"The Winter Feast," Bramble said. "It's our biggest celebration. But this year, we have no ice flowers."

Ice flowers only bloomed at the highest peak of the Frosted Ridge. The little people were too small to climb the icy slopes.

Lily looked at the mountain. "I'll go," she said.

She climbed through the snow, her breath misting in the cold. Bramble wrapped himself in a scrap of wool, his tiny voice echoing encouragement.

At the summit, she found them-clusters of crystal flowers, their petals shimmering like frost.

She gathered them carefully and returned to the village.

The Winter Feast was the brightest it had ever been. The ice flowers glowed, their light reflecting off the snow, turning the forest into a dream.

The little people danced, and Bramble laughed, and Lily felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire.

"Thank you," Thorn said, her voice soft.

Lily smiled. "We're all in this together."

As the year turned, she knew that Fernweald would always be her home-no matter how far she wandered. And in the heart of winter, she had found the truest gift of all: belonging.

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Sergeant First Class Marcus Cole guided his Abrams through narrow streets, the buildings pressing close on either side, the windows dark, the doors closed. Behind him, the rest of the platoon followed in formation, their turrets sweeping, their crews alert.

"Eyes on the rooftops," Marcus said over the intercom. "They'll be up there."

The streets were empty, the civilians gone, the enemy hidden. Marcus had done this before-urban combat, the worst kind of fighting. Every window could hide a sniper. Every doorway could conceal an RPG team.

"Contact left!" Chen shouted.

Marcus swung the turret, saw the flash of an RPG streaking toward them. "Diaz, move!"

The tank lurched forward, the rocket exploding behind them, fragments clattering off the armor. Chen fired, the cannon roaring, the building collapsing on the enemy position.

"Hammer Lead, this is Hammer Two. We've got movement on the rooftops. Small arms."

"Suppress them. Keep moving."

The platoon pushed deeper into the city, the fighting intensifying. RPGs streaked from windows, machine guns chattered from rooftops, the infantry following behind, clearing buildings, securing intersections.

"Hammer Lead, this is Command. We've got reports of enemy armor in the city center. T-72s. Be advised."

Marcus's jaw tightened. "Copy, Command. We're on it."

They reached the central square, the buildings falling away, the space opening. And there they were-three T-72s, hull-down, waiting.

"Hammer Two, Three, Four, engage. Hammer One, taking the left."

The square became a killing ground. Cannons roared, shells flew, tanks maneuvered for position. Marcus's first shot took the lead T-72 in the turret, the explosion ripping through the hull. The second returned fire, the shell glancing off the Abrams' armor, the impact shaking the tank.

"Chen, finish it."

"On it."

The second T-72 exploded. The third turned, tried to retreat. Marcus's next shot caught it in the rear, and it joined its brothers in flames.

"Enemy armor destroyed," Marcus reported. "Continuing advance."

They pushed through the square, the infantry securing the buildings, the enemy retreating. Marcus checked his fuel, his ammo, his men.

"Everyone okay?"

"Good here," Chen said.

"Still rolling," Diaz added.

"Hammer Two, Three, Four, report."

One by one, the voices came back. All intact. All advancing.

The city center was theirs. But the battle wasn't over.

"Command, Hammer Lead. The square is secure. Moving to secondary objectives."

"Copy, Hammer Lead. Good work. Watch your flanks."

The tanks rolled on, the streets widening, the enemy thinning. Marcus allowed himself a breath, a moment to think of home, of the life he'd left behind.

Then the radio crackled, and the war continued.

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