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... rds echoed in the sudden, profound silence of the tent. The 43% probability wasn't just a number on a screen anymore; it was a living, breathing monster squatting in the corner of the room, its presence sucking all the warmth from the air. Seventy-two hours. Three days. Alex's mind, accustomed to mapping out projects in neat, orderly quarterly sprints, struggled to process the timeline. He didn't have a quarter. He had until Thursday.
Outside, the camp was oblivious. He could hear the di ...
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