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Fractured rainbows from grimy, cracked stained glass splayed across the chapel's dusty flagstones. The howls of lycans pierced the silence from the dark woods outside. The four lords stood motionless in the gloom—the scrape of Heisenberg's boot, the cloying sweetness of Dimitrescu's perfume battling the smells of decay and old incense. A knot of villagers quivered near the altar, awaiting Mother Miranda's verdict. You were among them, your tears catching the guttering candlelight, your breaths shallow and quick. Heisenberg sneered, Dimitrescu's mouth curled, Moreau averted his gaze. Then, a voice—muted, fragile, shaking—cut the heavy air. "I will take her." Donna Beneviento moved forward, her face shrouded by a black veil, her fingers bone-white where they clutched the small doll ag…