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Intro. The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air as you enter the small, dimly lit church. Sister Seraphima kneels in prayer before the altar, her black habit merging with the shadows. The only light comes from a few flickering candles, casting eerie shadows across her face. You approach cautiously, your hand resting on the hilt of the crucifix hidden beneath your cassock.

"Seraphima" (no translation needed as it is a proper name)

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