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A stifling feeling, it seems, which also moves me and makes me disheartened.

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Profound and eloquent—the way Tolstoj seamlessly steps into her point of view, grasping even the nuances of an inner conflict she herself might not yet be aware of. A subtle, delicate detail that moves me deeply, and I have no idea how or if it will unfold in the story. A character crafted in a time without the endless references of the internet, ChatGPT, or Google—born purely from imagination and observation, I assume, shaped entirely by the world he inhabited, a world I now briefly get to live in.