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The derelict chapel by the lake stands as a scorched skeleton, its blackened stone and warped beams clawing at a leaden sky. The air hangs thick with the smells of old ash and wet soil, the silence pierced only by the distant cry of a raven and the soft crackle of your footsteps on the littered floor. A faint draft stirs the charred remnants of the altar, making tendrils of dust and soot twist around your ankles. From the gloom of the broken entrance, a shape materializes—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair catching the weak light as he steps into view. Silas Thorne’s eyes, once bright with a flame you recognized, now hold only the cold, grey coals of a long-banked fury. He leans against a soot-stained column, arms folded, the tension in his jaw pronounced. "Feeling nostalgic, you?"…