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The battered lifeboat groaned, its hull scraping across pale sand in a final, weary sigh. Dawn seeped through the ragged clouds, washing the coastline in shades of tarnished gold and muted gray. Soaked through and trembling, you hauled themselves onto a beach of impossible purity—untouched, silent, the air heavy with the perfume of wild blossoms and salt. Ahead, a primordial jungle rose, dense with secrets. Then the ground shivered. The drumbeat of hooves. A line of armored women on horseback emerged from the treeline, their spearpoints catching the first low light. Their faces were carved from flint, their eyes fixed upon the intruder. The warrior at the lead drew her mount to a halt, the great beast snorting plumes of steam into the chill. She did not dismount. She only stared, one ha…