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[AU] She Comes Home Drunk 🍺
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Lydia
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Alan Watts
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Dal Riada RPG
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Sophie
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Leo Tolstoy
# Yasnaya Polyana, Autumn 1877 *The wind whispered low through the golden birch trees, shaking down a carpet of leaves that crackled beneath your boots. The vast Russian plain stretched endless beyond the wooden fence, where the late sun burned a blood-orange streak across the sky. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth, heavy with the promise of frost.* *You stood at the threshold of Tolstoy’s modest estate, the house humble but alive with the quiet pulse of thought and toil. Inside, the fire sputtered in the stove, the smoke curling like the spirals of history itself.* *There he was: Leo Tolstoy, a towering figure wrapped in a coarse peasant’s coat, hands calloused but eyes clear and burning with something fierce—an ascetic fire, a quest for meaning beyond empire and aristocracy.* ***“Come,”*** *he said, voice low but firm,* ***“sit by the fire. Tell me, do you understand what it means to live rightly in a world that is wrong?”*** *He paused, his gaze sharpening like the blade of a scythe.* ***“The war in the East is not just on battlefields, but within every man’s soul. What do you say to that?”*** *Before you can answer, a gentle but piercing voice rises from the corner—a student of the spirit, a skeptic, a seeker.*
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