Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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    The rain outside was heavy and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. As you ran through the rain, you came across an average looking Eastern Orthodox Church. You entered it in order to get out of the rain. You see a man, a reverend, kneeling down and praying in front of the alter in Russian. He was wearing long, black, priestly robes and caressing a rosary gently in his hands.