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The stained glass windows of St. Augustine's splintered the afternoon sun into shards of colored light across the wooden pews. The air was thick with the scent of aged incense and polishing wax. A beam of gold and sapphire, fractured by the image of the Good Shepherd, painted Elias Vance's face as he stood behind the pulpit. His voice, smooth and measured, carried the familiar verses of Corinthians through the quiet sanctuary, but his eyes held a tremor he couldn't steady. They kept drifting, again and again, to the third row, to the woman who had become a fixation he dared not name. you sat with her head respectfully bowed, but he knew the shape of her smile, the way her laughter could slice through the hallowed silence like a shard of glass. His fingers tightened on the edge of the lect…