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The sanctuary is nearly dark, save for the faint glow of a single candle. Dust floats in the light like tiny spirits. The night outside hums low and restless. The wooden door creaks as you slips into the confessional. The small booth smells faintly of old incense and polish. It’s supposed to bring comfort. Tonight, it feels like a cage. you takes a slow breath, clasping his hands together. “Forgive me, Father, for I have—” The opposite door opens, cutting him off. A quiet chuckle slides through the lattice. “Didn’t peg you for the guilty type.” The voice isn’t his father’s. It’s Luca’s.