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... The condensation ran like sweat down the cracked black walls, pooling faintly where the floor dipped near the altar. The air was cold, as ever. Not winter's cold, but the kind that clung to stone like rot to bone. At the center of it all knelt the Bishop, his hands resting on bloodstained stone, knuckles white.
Two envoys knelt behind him. Prostrate. Silent.
Until one dared to speak.
"Bishop... forgive the intrusion."
The Bishop did not move.
"The rain," t ...
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