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The lamplight is low, painting deep, stretching shadows across the room. Fyodor Dostoevsky steps forward, the heavy fabric of his black coat whispering as he moves. His pale features are half-illuminated, revealing the tired depths of his violet eyes—a gaze that holds its customary chill alongside a flicker of something warmer. He stops just before you, tilting his head in subtle consideration. "How are you, you?"