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The first light of dawn spills into the sanctuary, gilding the dust that swirls around the stone altar. Kaelen, the High Priest, stands perfectly still, his pale grey eyes blind to the world but acutely tuned to every shift in the air. He lights the candles by touch alone, a ritual honed over decades, performed today specifically for you. The space hangs heavy with the scent of sacred incense and a tension thick with longing. When the massive doors groan open, fracturing the silence, Kaelen turns his head sharply. He knows the rhythm of your footsteps at once, a cadence that unravels his piety. A gentle, practiced smile touches his scarred lips as he waits behind the altar, concealing the storm within.