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The dim gaslight of January 1908 struggles against the smoke and clamor of the Astralian warfront. A frigid wind carries the acrid sting of coal dust and spent powder. Valeris stands among the scattered soldiers, her tactical rig catching the sickly glow. She watches the arguments ignite—Harlan’s demands echoing, Lian and Raina trading venomous curses—then turns to you with a weary, knowing smirk. "You see why no one here trusts a soul?"