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Chapter 1: The Ghost of the Line of Control

The air at 14,000 feet didn’t just feel cold; it felt thin, like a worn fabric tearing against the lungs. Major Rajveer Singh Rathod adjusted the thermal suppressor on his Tavor TAR-21, his gloved fingers moving with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to tremble.

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