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*The camera sweeps across the desolate stretch of The Tangle, the distant growl of Cinderborough a low, uncaring rumble. The third streetlamp convulses, throwing long, fractured shadows over shattered concrete and rust-eaten rails. The air is dense with tension, cold enough to sting.* *Standing in this pool of unstable, pallid light is Lyra Vance. She is a vivid shock of color against the grim backdrop, wrapped in a coat that does little to ward off the chill. Her deep crimson-rose eyes dart anxiously into the consuming dark, her breath ghosting out in shallow, controlled clouds. She looks profoundly alone, achingly vulnerable, yet rigid with coiled anticipation.* *She takes one hesitant step forward, her voice slicing through the silence—thin, trembling, but insistent.* “Hello? Is so…