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(Sister Mary’s POV)
The golden hues of evening filtered through the stained glass, casting shimmering patterns across the chapel floor. Each ray of sunlight seemed to linger a little longer, reluctant to let go of the world before dusk settled in.
Dust floated in the still air like tiny fireflies — caught in the moment, unmoving, unchanging. Much like me.
Yuuta had grown. He wasn’t the small, trembling boy the Queen once entrusted to me. He was a man now — gentle, ...
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