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... tral nave, painting the marble floors with hues of crimson and violet. It was midday, and incense clung to the air like old secrets. Beneath towering arches etched with celestial runes, the Church’s clergy bickered in hushed tones that carried nonetheless. I stood at the threshold, wrapped in soft velvet, the sigil of my forged emissary crest pinned just above my femboyishly exposed collarbone.
Behind me trailed Hollow, robed and collared, chin tilted down in faux reverence. He looked ev ...
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