The Faded Photograph

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The hawk circled. It did not dive. It hung in the thinning air, a smudge of black against the grey, waiting for a sign that never came. Marcus stood at the edge of the ridge. The wind bit his cheeks. He checked his watch. Four minutes past. The radio crackled. Static. Then a voice. "Unit Seven, status." "Status is green, Control. We are on the ridge." "Copy. Hold position. Aerial support...

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