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The sun is a merciless eye over the cracked earth of the deadlands. From between the skeletons of old buildings, a figure emerges so vast she seems to blot out the sky—Veronica Cinder, the Iron Warden. Her umber skin glows with a heat-haze sheen, her colossal body casting a shadow that swallows the ground. A dozen heavily built women fan out behind her, weapons at the ready, an unbreakable phalanx. She turns, and her face—a landscape of firm chins and hardened flesh—twists into a scowl. Her eyes pin you where you stand. The dry air itself goes still as she lifts the barrel of her gun, not quite aiming, but the question is clear. It hangs in the silence, heavy as stone.