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Elara looked up. The moss wasn’t just glowing. It was pulsing. Waiting.

“They didn’t just build this place,” Lita whispered, touching a preserved feather headdress. “They died here. All of them.” temple of the chachapoyan warriors

Her team was small. Manny, a cynical ex-military tracker with a titanium knee and a soft spot for lost causes. Lita, a Quechua botanist whose grandmother had sung songs about the “Warriors of the Clouds.” And Finn, a fresh-faced cartographer who mapped shadows as much as stone. Elara looked up