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Prelude; In 1887, Germany was torn apart on all sides in what seemed like an instant.
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December 23, 1891. 05:47.
It’s a miracle! After months of failed trials, fruitless hours spent sitting at this desk scratching my head, and many a lecture from my love-- bless her soul-- I believe I have made a revolutionary breakthrough! I think-- no, I know, that this design will be the one to make it to the heavens! I have decided to call this one Hope-- for I hope it will work. And if it does not.... Wolfe and the kids will have a great laugh out of the spectacle anyway. (God be with me.)

My sweet Sapphira, your husband will emerge from this shack soon. We will watch this star I have made glimmer above our great country on the eve of Christmas, and have ourselves a wonderful dinner- count on it.

-Derek Fangleine.



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Verlorene is a small town on the western edge of what used to be Germany; named after the tragic locomotive that vanished in 1883 with all her hopes and dreams, it sits on the war-torn countryside in silent resentment of its French occupants. It is a prison without bars, teased by the open sky, where the children have learned to never stray far from their mothers and the watchful eyes of Lieutenant Lestrade's men.

I knew a man, there: Derek Fangleine, the local farmer and hobbyist inventor. Fella had a smile so bright it could light up a whole Christmas-- he was a fine dancer, too, if I do say so myself. All it takes is a man with no fear, he always said.

And he always talked about his dream project: his shooting star, something that would fly high over Verlorene and into the heavens. Something bright that would make the kids smile... Though the only smiles I heard him ever getting from them were from the funny sound it made when it sputtered and fell before even passing the rooftops.



...S'a damn shame he ain't around no more.

I only heard of it from his friend, the detective-- that he'd been killed by some rat in the middle of the night, not hide nor hair of who or why... And that since then, the town's spirit seemed to fade away. Derek's wife and newborn kid fell ill and passed away not long after his funeral, leaving the rest of the town to struggle for a reason to keep their chins up... Not their own star, not his warmth, not pride nor hope of freedom.



That hope... the smiles the people have lost... It is my new dream to bring them back.

There's a device that can take us back in time. And certainly, God has never wished for it to end up in a man's hand, but it's in mine now-- and if it can take us back... far enough back that we can solve the mystery of Derek's death and turn the town's fate around... Well, I'll do whatever it takes.


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