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... y magic, poured through the stained-glass dome, painting the marble floors in garish shades of devotion. Incense coiled thick in the air, a cloying sweetness that couldn’t quite mask the scent of political ambition and beastly musk.
Every gilded pew was packed. Human nobles in silks sat stiffly beside Werefalcon chieftains and beast diplomats, all here to witness the coronation of the real Saintess, Ruby Vaiva.
And her first official act was proving just how real she was.
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