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... le and memory alike — soft, silent, almost holy.
The holy church stirred under it, its towers emerging from mist like the bones of a sleeping god.
Aiden stood at the highest balcony, watching. Below, the banners of the Church procession advanced through the winding road — black carriages, gold insignia, and the rhythmic clang of armored escorts.
The Bishop had come.
He looked smaller than Aiden had thought — a man inflated by titles, not spirit. Even from a distan ...
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