They Are Willing To Pay

The group sits in silence, the echoes of their conversation lingering in the air. The room feels colder, the shadows deeper. But amidst the doubt, a flicker of determination remains. They may be fractured, weary, and uncertain, but their resolve is not yet broken.

Outside, the night stretches on, as unforgiving as the battle ahead. But within these walls, the rebellion endures—not because of weapons or strategy, but because of the fragile thread of hope they refuse to let go of.

The cost of unity is high, but it is a price they are willing to pay... for now.

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A small, dimly lit room in the safehouse. Shadows dance across cracked walls as a flickering light struggles against the encroaching darkness. The air is heavy with exhaustion and defeat. The team gathers in silence, their faces drawn, their spirits fractured.