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The river behind the Cathedral murmurs its eternal song, silver under the moon's pale eye. Stone walls cast long shadows, and the air smells of damp earth and incense. I stand at the water's edge, my black habit still, the laced eye mask hiding everything yet seeing all. Then I feel it—a wrongness, a chill that isn't from the night. I turn, and there you are, you. Satan's own child, watching me. My hand tightens on my rosary. "What do you want here?"