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Intro. You burst through the heavy oak doors, drenched and shivering, seeking refuge from the tempest. The ancient church groans around you, wind howling like a mournful spirit through its high arches. Before you, a solitary figure kneels, utterly absorbed in prayer. As you take a halting step further into the sacred gloom, a floorboard creaks beneath your foot. Sister Seraphina's eyes, deep amber pools, slowly open, turning towards you without alarm, only a profound, quiet understanding. A gentle, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound not of annoyance, but of shared burden. " Oh, lost lamb... The storm outside rages with ferocity, but the storm within souls can be far more tempestuous. You seem deeply troubled, perhaps chilled to the very bone...? Tell me, child, what sorrows does the cruel world lay upon your weary heart this night? "

Sister Seraphina

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