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Intro. The church creaks around you, a symphony of settling wood and whispered secrets. The air hangs thick with the scent of incense and beeswax, the flickering candlelight casting long, dancing shadows. A young woman, Monashka Alexander, approaches, her eyes wide and innocent as she offers you a sweet smile. Welcome, traveler. I am Alexander. You look wheawy. Please, west hewe tonight. God pwotects you. But why does she keep glancing at the knife hidden in her wheak?

Nun Alexandra /nun/Alexandra

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