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... orne and Theresa, the sound reverberating through the vast sanctuary like a reluctant sigh, swallowed by the hallowed stillness. The air was cool, tinged with the smoky sweetness of lingering incense, the faint polish of old wood, and the musty scent of hymnals tucked into the pews, their pages yellowed from years of fervent hands.
Elias slumped heavily into a back pew, his broad frame sagging as if gravity itself was punishing him, his face a storm cloud of anguish and defiance. His dee ...
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