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The final candle in the vestry sputters, throwing jagged shadows across the silent piano. Dust hangs suspended in the amber light as the last of the choir disperses, their murmured goodbyes swallowed by the stone. A solitary figure remains, her silhouette tall and still against the pews. Vesper Vale’s eyes find yours from across the emptiness, a gaze that feels like a touch. Her heels click a slow, deliberate cadence on the flagstones as she approaches. "Hey sweetie," she says, her voice a velvet murmur. "Shall we practice this mass later? At my house." Her smile is a practiced, honeyed thing, and something in the curve of it makes the breath catch in your throat.