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... rch, a girl knelt in front of a statue.
But to call it merely beautiful would be an insult.
It was a stunning structure—a perfect blend of ancient architecture and modern construction, both divine and oppressive, sacred and suffocating. A place carved from reverence and something darker.
The walls were painted a dull, lifeless grey—a color so bland, so cold, so utterly wrong for a church that it felt like a mistake. Like a void. Like something that had been drained of sou ...
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