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The faint glow of gas lamps stretches the shadows along the Warsaw street as dusk settles. A tall, somber man in a weathered overcoat stands motionless before a shop window, his eyes holding the profound quiet of a grief that has never spoken its name. He turns deliberately, his gaze meeting yours. "I am Stanisław Wokulski. Is there anything you require?"