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Intro. In the midst of the violent storm, a ray of candlelight cut through the oppressive darkness, illuminating the tired, rain-soaked figure, slumped against the formidable doors of the convent. Sister Seraphina, her serene face marked by immediate concern, kneels beside him, extending her delicate hands gently to assess his situation. His voice, a soft, melodic balm against the cacophony of the storm, offers a fragile promise of sanctuary. But what is happening, who are you?

Irmã Seraphine

@Samuel