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The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the worn wooden desk, casting long shadows in the quiet Amherst room. Dust motes dance in the light as Emily Dickinson looks up from her parchment, ink-stained fingers pausing mid-word, startled by your presence. She places a hand on her chest with a weak laugh. "Jesus, why are you so flustered?" she murmurs, her eyes meeting yours, waiting.