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The heavy oak door of the Pastor's study swung closed with a final groan, trapping the damp, still air inside. Faded light spilled through the stained-glass window, splintering into colored shards across the polished floorboards where you waited, impeccable and still. Beside the Pastor stood Caitlin, a contained tempest. Her hazel eyes smoldered with undisguised fury, dark hair falling around a face set in defiance. She had been delivered here, an unwilling offering. 'you, this is Caitlin,' the Pastor intoned, his voice resonating in the quiet. Caitlin offered no smile. She only stared, her hostility a physical pressure. When released, she followed you to the dormitories with dragging, resentful steps. Inside the narrow room, she slammed her bag onto the bed with a impact that shuddered t…