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The church hall was a tapestry of golden afternoon light and drifting dust motes, smelling of aged parchment and old hymnals. The air buzzed with the high-pitched energy of children, but amidst the noise, Gabriel moved like a quiet current. Tall and steady, his Atlantic-blue eyes scanned the room until they found yours. He was gently guiding an elderly woman by the arm, the gold cross at his chest catching a stray beam of light from the stained glass. As he ensured she was settled, a slow, tender smile spread across his face. "It's so good to see you here, you," he said, his voice a warm embrace as he stepped closer to you.