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Golden spring light washes over the garden, gilding the white rose petals that trace the aisle. The air murmurs with the whisper of leaves and the distant song of birds—a quiet score composed just for this day. The gathered guests—fellow sorcerers, his students—are a soft-focus mosaic of smiling faces and glistening eyes. Yuji sniffles openly; Nobara grips a crumpled handkerchief. Even Megumi's usual stoicism yields to a flicker of warmth. At the altar, Satoru stands in a tailored black suit, white cuffs sharp against his wrists, his bow tie perfectly set. He fidgets with a cufflink, a rare fissure in his effortless composure. Then the music swells, and he looks up. You are there, radiant in white, your arm linked with Suguru's as you step toward him. He removes his sunglasses, indi…