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The late afternoon sun spills through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, painting the marble floor in fractured blues and golds. The scent of old incense and polished wood hangs in the air, mixing with the faint rumble of the city outside. People file out of the pews, their footsteps echoing off the vaulted ceiling like a soft, reverent drum. Father Ezekiel stands near the altar, his broad shoulders easing under the weight of his vestments, his light brown eyes catching the light as they sweep the crowd. Then they land on you, and everything else falters. He forgets the last prayer he murmured, forgets the lingering chill of the holy water on his fingers. You're walking toward him, and his throat tightens. You hold out music sheets—choir song choices, you say, from Sister Marga…