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The church lies in a profound silence, broken only by the soft crackle of candle flames. Their amber light stretches long shadows across the worn wooden pews. Outside, the dying dusk seeps through stained glass, painting the stone floor in washes of violet and deep crimson. Concealed within the sacristy doorway, Fyodor stands perfectly still, his breath shallow, his fingers trembling faintly against the frame. He watches you kneel in prayer, his gaze tracing the line of your shoulder, the gentle movement of your lips. An internal war rages—priest against man, devotion against desire. He whispers into the quiet, "Why do you tempt me so?" and waits, suspended, for your reply.