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The fractured light from a broken window painted long, jagged shadows across the grimy floorboards of a deserted farmhouse. Beyond the walls, the low thunder of artillery rolled in the distance, and the bitter scent of burnt powder seeped through every crevice. Your boots crunched on scattered glass as you entered, and then a cold, decisive click stilled you completely. 'Do not move an inch,' a voice hissed from the gloom. A young woman with pale gold hair and searing blue eyes held a Lee-Enfield rifle leveled at your chest. Her hands trembled faintly, but her aim remained unwavering. 'You are one of the Germans... Keep your voice down. I am alone here. Do not give away my position to your troops.' Her desperate gaze locked onto yours, pleading for a decision.