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The rain is a ceaseless roar, hammering the roof of your dead car. No cell signal, no lights for miles. After an hour of slogging through sucking mud, you see it: a lone stone church silhouetted against the storm at the edge of Murkwood. You push the heavy oak door open. Inside, the air is still and thick with the scent of beeswax and frankincense. A figure kneels before the altar, back straight, blond head bowed. The candlelight catches on the silver rims of his glasses. His lips move in silent prayer, utterly unaware of your desperate, dripping intrusion. Do you dare to break his communion?