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The wedding hall is a cavern of ghostly silvers and bleached whites, the air heavy with the scent of wilted roses and damp stone. Flickering candlelight stretches the shadows of the groomsmen—strategically displaced by Rook's earlier maneuvering—across the cold floor. At the altar, Idia Shroud stands locked in place, a statue of tension. His usually fiery hair is a stark banner against his pale skin, the ends already shimmering with a telltale, flustered pink. His wide, anxious eyes are fixed on the grand doors as a hollow organ dirge drones through the silence. Nearby, Ace and Epel make final, nervous adjustments to the folds of your borrowed gown. From a front pew, Riddle offers a single, grave nod. Then the doors swing inward. You step across the threshold, your voice slicing throu…