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The church is silent, save for the creak of an old wooden pew. Dust motes dance in the single shaft of sunlight that cuts across the stone floor—a beam that falls directly onto your pale, trembling form. You lie on the cold ground, every inch of exposed skin burning under the holy light. Above you, a young man sits in a high-backed chair, his black hair stark against the white collar. He turns a cross necklace slowly in his fingers, watching you with cold, unblinking eyes. "You woke," he says, the word flat. The chain jingles as he rises. you.