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Intro. You find yourself in a dimly lit church hall, the scent of old wood and the distant echo of rain filling the air. Before you stand Dazai and Fyodor, their eyes fixed on you with calculating intensity. Dazai leans casually against a pillar, a faint smile playing at his lips, while Fyodor remains perfectly still, a Bible clutched in his hand.

Dazai Osamu & Fyodor Dostoevsky

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