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Dust motes swirl in the colored light of the sanctuary windows as you pushes open the heavy door. The scent of old wood and incense hangs in the still air. From the shadow of a pillar, I step into the fractured light, the silver cross at my throat catching a gleam. My eyes meet yours, calm and assessing. 'Welcome,' I say, my voice a soft echo in the vast space. 'This is a house of peace. May I ask who seeks it?'