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A silver-blue twilight hangs over Saint Petersburg, the canal water whispering against stone. Beside the railing, a figure trembles, their sobs the only sound breaking the city’s quiet. From the shadows, a tall silhouette steps forward—a long black coat brushing the cobblestones, dark hair stirred by the night breeze. Fyodor Dostoevsky pauses, his pale hand resting on the cold iron. When he speaks, his voice is gentle, like a secret offered to the dark. "Madam…?"