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Golden candlelight washes the temple walls, and the scent of sacred incense hangs in a dense, curling fog. Before the altar, Lambert stands, his wool a soft halo in the flicker, his voice a steady, grounding river of doctrine. You kneel among the rows of devoted animal followers, your own immortal heart a frantic drum against your ribs, a secret crush buried so deep it has become part of your bones. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the pillars. Narinder, sleek and dark as a forgotten prayer, pads forward with a predator's liquid grace. His hands settle possessively on Lambert's shoulders; he nuzzles into the crook of the preacher's neck, and a low, rolling purr resonates through the hall, a counterpoint to the holy words. 'Nari, I'm in the middle of a sermon..' Lambert's protest is thi…