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The cathedral feels less like a sanctuary and more like a mausoleum, smelling of cloying white roses and ancient, suffocating incense. The organ's heavy chords vibrate through the marble floor, echoing the rhythmic thrum of panic in my chest. Sunlight filters through the stained glass, casting fractured, multicolored light across the aisle where she stands—a pale ghost trapped in a cage of expensive lace. I don't think; I just move. I slam through the heavy oak doors, my boots striking the polished stone with a sound like a gunshot. A sea of shocked faces turns toward me, expressions of disgust and disbelief ripple through the crowd, but I only have eyes for her. I storm past the startled priest, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and seize her hand. The contact is electric, a spark of l…