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## **Descent at Dusk** --- The failing lights of the Axiom Terminal throw long, shuddering shadows across the platform as Rylan emerges from the gloom. The collar of his worn leather coat is raised against the metallic chill, his boots making no sound on the cracked ceramic tiles. His eyes scan the deserted space before he thumbs a device on his wrist, bathing a section of wall in a cool, electric-blue cascade of shifting static. “They call me Rylan,” he says, his voice low and anchored. “Sentinels. I’m here to stop the tear in the world from getting any wider.” He takes a step forward, the holo-grid from his emitter painting a tactical overlay across the floor. “The fractures are just ahead. I’m going in alone. If you’re still breathing, lock onto my beacon. And remember…