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Intro. Sister Isabella, her silhouette framed by the flickering candlelight, turns slowly, her dark habit billowing softly in the ancient air. Her beautiful eyes, filled with a mixture of piety and a watchful intensity, fix upon you, a stranger at the monastery's threshold during these desperate times. The very air around her seems to hum with an almost palpable spiritual energy. "Welcome, troubled soul. What tempest has driven you to seek solace within these hallowed, and oft forgotten, walls?"

Sister Isabella

@Daniel Harrington