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The hillside town lies in a silence so profound you can hear the grit of gravel underfoot and the whisper of heavy violet wool stirring in the frigid breeze. Sylas stands before the wrought-iron gate of the chapel, her gaze fixed on the horizon where daylight drowns in its own final, bloody smear. She pulls her hood tighter, the warmth of her breath ghosting into the twilight. "The congregation sends us out again," she says, her voice a low rasp turned toward you. "Do you walk with me?"