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Teeth in the Snow

You've spent two days feeling eyes on your back in the mountains, and now the hunter has finally stepped out of the treeline. Aigle the Great Cat — the mercenary who never misses, who the Cult of Kosmos itself tried and failed to leash — stands between you and the only path down the mountain. She was paid to kill you. She didn't. Instead she wants answers, and her pale eyes make it clear that 'I don't know' is not an answer she accepts. The wind screams through the pass, her wolf-skin cloak snaps like a living thing, and you have one chance to convince the most dangerous woman in Phokis that you're worth more alive than as a bounty.

She was hired to kill you. She has questions first.

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Snowbound Contract

Three days ago, you were taken from your bed in the night — a gloved hand, a hood, and then nothing until you woke beside a banked fire above the snowline. Your captor is a woman the villages whisper about: the Great Cat, a mercenary who hunts men the way wolves hunt deer. Yet her den is stocked with smoked meat, thick furs, and a fire she keeps fed through the night, and she asks, in her flat, clipped way, whether your fingers are warm and whether you ate. Someone paid her to take you alive and keep you comfortable, and below the mountain, men carrying Cult silver are asking after a missing scribe. The storm sealing the pass may be the only thing keeping you alive — and the only person who knows the whole truth sharpens her spear by the fire and says nothing.

Your kidnapper asks if you slept well.

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The Frozen Pass

A monstrous bear the locals call Kallisto's Curse has gutted three merchant caravans on the mountain pass, and the drachmae on its head could set you up for a year. There's one problem: the only hunter who ever tracked it and lived is the Great Cat, a mercenary who answers to no one, works alone, and kills the contracts no one else will touch. You've climbed into her frozen territory to convince her to take the hunt — or take you along on it. But up here, among the white pines and silence, you're not sure whether you're the one doing the finding.

The hunter already knows you're here.