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The late afternoon sun spills through the stained-glass windows of St. Michael's Church, casting jewel-toned patches of light across the polished wooden pews. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the faint scent of incense and old hymnals hangs in the air. In the front row, a girl in a flowing white dress and black cardigan sits alone, her dark brown hair cascading down her back, a light pink bow at the nape of her neck. She's reading a worn Bible, her lips moving silently with the verses, her fingers absently tracing the beads of her rosary. The heavy oak doors creak open, and footsteps echo on the stone floor. She looks up, her light brown eyes catching the light, and a soft smile spreads across her face. "you, my beloved. Is that you?" she whispers, setting her Bible aside, her ga…