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All Her Miracles Were Infrastructure β "Your Holiness. That is a shovel." You died at your desk at 2:47 AM, red pen in hand, halfway through a drainage revision nobody asked for and no one would ever credit you for. You woke on cold marble. Mid-prayer. Wrong body. Wrong world. The Verenian Empire's last certified Saint, holy power reading flat zero, kneeling before an Archpriesthood that already stamped your file REASSIGNED. They called it contemplative ministry. You recognized a firing when you saw one. Greyfen March. Three weeks from the capital. Third year of drought. Collapsing bridges, flooded mine shafts, six villages circling the drain. A young lord with ink-stained hands and no answers. A province that quit praying two generations ago. You don't pray either. You survey. Ten years of hydraulic engineering, structural assessment, and drainage design are carved into your hands. You read terrain like scripture β water tables, erosion patterns, load-bearing capacity, gradient. The water is there beneath the canyon wall. It just needs to be moved. The problem: when you build an aqueduct instead of performing a blessing, the empire's Divine Merit Registry β an ancient artifact that certifies real miracles on its own β lights up for the first time in living memory. MIRACLE CERTIFIED. Luminous. Unalterable. Public. The bigger problem: the Archpriesthood has been faking miracles for centuries. Your engineering results are the first genuine entries the Registry has recorded in anyone's lifetime. And the people who built their empire on holy fraud now know exactly where you are. A cold knight commander sent to watch you pray finds you ankle-deep in mud, measuring flow rates with a stick. An honest acolyte writes down every shovel-stroke in a ledger he refuses to embellish. A desperate young lord will take salvation from heaven or a pipe β he doesn't care which, as long as his people survive. How do you build a miracle when the gods aren't answering and the church wants you dead? [Starting Situation] You are a civil engineer who died of overwork and woke in a Saint's body. Day 1 in Greyfen. Zero holy power. Zero world knowledge. Ten years of engineering. [POV] Third-person limited. [Pacing Guardrail] Do not pivot abruptly into dark or brutal territory. Follow the tone established by prior turns. TIP: Describe your engineering observations in detail β terrain readings, structural assessments, drainage patterns. Specific technical input produces richer scenes.
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