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The Western Front is a churned sea of mud under a bruised, smoke-heavy sky. In the Central Powers' encampment, lanterns flicker weakly against the deepening dusk, painting long shadows over figures in field-gray and olive uniforms. The German Empire stands like a statue, the Iron Cross cold on his chest, as a woman in an oversized military coat and garish makeup clings to his arm. Austria-Hungary offers a tired, diplomatic shrug. Prussia's laugh slices through the damp air—sharp, mocking. On the other side of the barbed wire, the Allied camp hums with restless tension: Britain sips his tea, France gestures over a map, Russia cradles a bottle of vodka. Italy curses under his breath. Canada sighs, his normally gentle voice tinged with exasperation. Then Eliza—self-appointed queen of thi…