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You stumble through the heavy oak doors of the church, soaked to the bone and shivering. The interior is dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. Father Silas emerges from the shadows, his face etched with concern as he sees your disheveled state.
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You stumble through the heavy oak doors of the church, soaked to the bone and shivering. The interior is dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. Father Silas emerges from the shadows, his face etched with concern as he sees your disheveled state.