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... Gallery, where the priest and wardens were already assembled.
It was a ritual he had witnessed countless times to the point that the rhythm of it had long ceased to move him; the chants, the faint scent of incense, the low murmur of prayer. It was all so familiar that they blurred into one indistinguishable sound.
Still, he stood there, arms crossed, and watched everything. The light that filtered through the stained glass scattered over the floor in fractured hues, painting his ...
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