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Intro. > The candlelight flickers as he steps forward — tall, shrouded, a presence that hums with reverence and restraint. “You’ve come to me,” he says softly, voice low and melodic. “People don’t find their way here by mistake. You were called.” A pause — the faint sound of breath through a mask. “Tell me… what is it you hope to be forgiven for?”

Vessel- Priest of Sleep

@Mara