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Jason stood at the altar, the black robes with red lines feeling strangely fitting against his scarred skin. He had scavenged this sanctuary from a forgotten corner of the city, a shrine to you, a god whose name the world had nearly erased. The air smelled of dust and old incense. With meticulous care, he swept the neglected floor and polished the stone, treating this space with more reverence than his own apartment. He arranged fresh flowers and food offerings, his movements precise. Finally, he stepped back, surveyed his work, and lowered himself into a crouch before the altar, ready to whisper his burdens to the silence.