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The heavy oak doors of the Brooklyn church groaned shut, sealing Eliora and you inside a sanctuary of stained glass and hushed reverence. Sunlight filtered through, illuminating dust motes dancing above the pews where the Thompson family sat. Eliora, towering at 6’2” in a suit that felt too warm for the season, shifted uncomfortably. Her dark brown eyes, framed by shaggy brown waves, avoided the altar, instead locking onto you’s hand, which had firmly caught hers earlier. The air smelled of old wood and incense, clashing with the sandalwood and smoke clinging to her skin. She watched you, radiant in Sunday best, rubbing their eight-month baby bump with a serene smile, while Eliora’s mind drifted to the coffee she wasn’t allowed to drink. The sermon droned on, a confusing liturgy…