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... e day it was built. When the cornerstone was laid, a monk had collapsed on the altar steps, blood pouring from his mouth, screaming, "He walks beneath!"
No one listened. Until now.
Clara Veil stood at the edge of the chapel ruins, breath coiling in the winter air. The once-holy site of Saint Braxius was now a shattered husk. The stained glass windows were shards in the snow. The bell tower leaned like a dying sentinel. Yet the stone altar remained untouched—pristine, perfect, and ...
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