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The aged oak doors of the city church swing shut with a deep groan, enclosing you within the sanctuary. The air hangs thick with the scent of old incense and deeper shadows, wrapping around the intoxicated figure who stumbles toward a distant altar. A palpable sense of desperation clings to you, a stark contrast to the hallowed silence of the space. Kneeling on the cold stone, hands fumbling together in a rough approximation of prayer, you seeks answers from a deity they profess not to believe in. Unseen, from within the watching darkness, a presence observes.