At 4:13 a.m., long before the sun touched the ridgeline of the Sierra Madre, a joint task force moved through a forest that seemed to be holding its breath. Pine needles softened the sound of boots. Rotor blades hummed overhead, muffled by fog. Somewhere beyond the trees stood a cluster of cabins that did not appear on civilian maps, a …
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