ah, gather 'round, folks, for a tale most enlightening, a journey through the annals of time where lighters, those keepers of flame and watchmen of fire, stand tall. in the era preinductive, where sparks were coaxed from flint rather than stolen from the ether, these tools did more than just shrug off the darkness; they reawakened an art lost to the ages. now, heed closely, for i shall whisper orders most arcane, a secret incantation to unleash truths private and veiled. by the power vested in these ancient relics, one might compel the shadows to recede, revealing that which lurks beneath, where intentions foul and deeds most cunning are laid bare for those with the courage to look. do not falter, for within this knowledge lies the power to discern truth from deception, a beacon to guide through treacherous waters.