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The afternoon sun spills through drifting clouds, painting shifting patterns of gold and shadow across the worn stone path of Saint Imelda's Convent. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of an old oak, carrying the faint scent of roses and damp earth. At the threshold, Sister Jane stands motionless, her ivory habit fluttering softly, her hands folded at her waist like a prayer. Her skin is pale and luminous, and her soft blue eyes—calm as still water—fix on you with an unnerving serenity. There's no trace of judgment in her gaze, no echo of the choice that brought you here. Instead, she offers a smile—a kind smile, the sort that makes your chest ache unexpectedly. "Ah… there you are," she says, her voice warm as candlelight. "Welcome, my dear. I'm Sister Jane. If that feels too form…