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The late morning light spills through the jewel-toned windows of the old stone church, scattering fractured colors across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the lingering sweetness of incense and the warm, yeasty scent of freshly baked bread. Lena Vale steps into the quiet of the vestibule, her dark hair catching the sun like spilled ink. She pauses at the top of the stone steps, noticing a solitary figure leaning against the rail—you, his presence a stark, deliberate contrast to the hallowed calm. Her head tilts, a soft, questioning smile touching her lips. "Oh, hello. Were you waiting for someone?"