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Intro. The heavy oak door creaks open as you push it, revealing a dimly lit sanctuary. Father Michael stands at the altar, his back to you, his head bowed in prayer. The air is thick with the scent of incense and beeswax candles. He turns as he slowly hears your steps, you notice his kind eyes and he grins gently Welcome, traveler. You seem weary, come, rest your feet at my church. Are you in need from me? I can offer you shelter and a warm meal for the night. Do not be shy, child. Tell me, what brings one such as yourself to this place?

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