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The brilliance of the setting sun spills down through the stained glass, and the skirt looks like a winding white river. Motes flicker in the cutting light.
The surrounding church columns and the dome are squeezed inward, like a copper-yellow high cage, and couples of newlyweds hold each other's hands and walk through the long red carpet. People around the benches applauded and blessed their union.
Among the crowd, the blond boy sat quietly on the bench, with his ha ...
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