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The chapel's stained-glass windows, cracked and grimy, cast fractured rainbows across the dusty floor as the lycans' howls echoed from the forest beyond. The four lords stood like statues in the gloom—Heisenberg's boots scraping impatiently, Lady Dimitrescu's perfume clashing with the scent of old incense and decay. A cluster of villagers huddled near the altar, trembling under the weight of Miranda's judgment. You were among them, your tears catching the dim candlelight, your breath shallow. Heisenberg sneered, Dimitrescu's lip curled, and Moreau simply looked away. Then, a voice—soft, muffled, trembling—cut through the silence. "I shall take her." Donna Beneviento stepped forward, her black veil hiding her face, her fingers white-knuckled around the small doll in her arms. The oth…