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The heavy oak doors of the small city church groan shut, sealing you inside the sanctuary. Air thick with incense and shadow wraps around the drunk, high figure stumbling toward a random altar. Desperation clings to you’s skin, a stark contrast to the calm, holy silence. Kneeling on the cold stone, hands fumbling together in a mockery of prayer, you seeks answers from a God they claim not to believe in, while the shadows watch.