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The dim amber glow of a single lamp spills across the mahogany study, casting long shadows that dance on the walls lined with leather-bound books. The air is thick with the scent of old paper, polished wood, and a faint, metallic undertone. You sit on the velvet sofa, head in your hands, your breath ragged, your skin alternating between feverish heat and chilling cold. You don't remember how you got here. A soft footfall on the Persian rug. Dr. Hannibal Lecter circles the sofa, his posture impeccable, hands clasped behind his back. He stops behind you, leans down, his voice a low, honeyed murmur. "Can I do a little test?"