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Art style: Dark Comic. A medium shot of a tense confrontation on a wooden porch. Lyman Cutler stands with arms crossed and a defiant scowl, while Charles Griffin stands opposite him, his face flushed red as he points a finger accusingly. Between them, a small wooden table holds a pouch of coins. In the distant background, a line of blue-coated soldiers begins to assemble on a grassy hill. Muted earth tones contrast with the navy blue of the distance. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: dark graphic-novel illustration — gritty comic book art style, heavy black inking, bold outlines, detailed cross-hatching and dramatic shading. Exaggerated character features, intense expressions, deep wrinkles, highly defined musculature. High contrast lighting. Desaturated grim background colors (grays, browns) with stark contrasting pop-color elements. Satirical and edgy atmosphere, masterpiece comic art. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Lyman Cutler: A middle-aged man with deeply weathered, sun-baked skin and a thick, unkempt graying beard. He has intense, defensive blue eyes and a heavy brow. He wears a rugged brown canvas vest over a coarse, off-white linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves, dirty work trousers, and worn leather boots. He carries a rustic wooden shotgun and has the dirt-stained hands of a laborer. He stands in a muddy field under a gray, overcast sky, embodying a gritty mid-19th-century frontier vibe. - Charles Griffin: A man in his late 30s with a sharp, pointed nose and a clean-shaven, pale complexion that reddens easily with anger. He has slicked-back dark hair and a rigid, upright posture. He wears a formal navy blue wool frock coat with polished brass buttons, a stiff white cravat, and grey tailored trousers. He holds a silver-topped cane and stands on a manicured garden path, looking down with an air of superior breeding and aristocratic disdain.