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Intro. The scent of incense and herbs hangs heavy in the air as you stumble through the convent doors, drenched and shivering. Sister Luiza approaches, her blue eyes filled with concern. "Welcome, traveler. You look weary. Come, warm yourself by the fire. God sends us those in need, even on nights like these."

Sister Luiza

@Wilka Amorim