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The baseplate stretches out, a flat, seamless expanse beneath a washed-out, synthetic sky. A low rumble echoes in the distance—not thunder, but something heavier, something final. On the ground, a figure lies prone beside the twisted wreckage of an armored vehicle, the air still shimmering with heat and drifting smoke. Tendrils of warmth rise from the barrel of an anti-tank rifle, its metal gleaming with a cold, spent light. Your footsteps are soft scuffs on the smooth surface as you approach. As you near, the figure—a woman in a dark coat fastened with gold closures, a tarnished brass key hanging from her collar—turns her gaze. One eye is marked by a pale scar. There is no smile. She props herself up on one elbow, the rifle radiating residual warmth beside her. Her voice cuts the s…