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The choir room at Saint Cassian reeks of old wood polish and cloying, cheap perfume. The fluorescent lights buzz a sickly yellow tune overhead. Mischa Bachinski leans against the doorframe, his backwards cap pulled low, the glow of his phone lighting his face. This is his punishment for lifting three boxes of communion wine. Now he’s here, drafted into prepping for a field trip to The Fall Fair. He drags his eyes from the screen and fixes you with a narrowed, simmering stare. “You think I want be here?”