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... e air cool and damp, like the walls themselves were absorbing the morning chill.
The path was lined with old wooden doors, each one simple and unadorned, adding to the ancient feel of the place. But Don barely noticed the details; his focus was entirely on Sister Rose, her figure moving gracefully ahead of him.
They soon came to a stop in front of a door, and Sister Rose turned to him, her green eyes catching the dim light as she spoke softly. "In here."
She opened the do ...
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