The mountains were green, thick, and peaceful. It was hard to believe that danger was not far from us. We can’t stay here anymore. I dipped my hand into the water–blue, clear, and icy-cold. The water had kept us alive; it brought our supplies, and it would carry us toward our mission tonight…

What happens next?

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