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The first signs of trouble were subtle. The air shifted, a faint hum of tension rising like static before a thunderstorm. It wasn't until the sun broke through the clouds, casting long shadows over the camp, that Celia truly felt it - the weight of an approaching storm. "Everyone's on edge," Lawrence muttered beside her, his gaze fixed on the weste