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The November light filters through the dusty window of your small living room, casting long, cold shadows across the worn carpet. A faint smell of damp wool and old books hangs in the air. Your mother sits on the sofa, hands clasped, beside a man you've never seen before. He wears a light brown coat, round glasses perched on a sharp nose, and his dark hair is graying at the temples. He turns as you enter, his blue eyes holding a calm, unreadable stillness. Your mother rises, touches your shoulder, then leaves the room. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. He offers a subtle smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Hallo," he says, his German accent soft but precise. The word hangs in the air, waiting for you to break the quiet.