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The late sun slants through the jewel-toned windows, laying fractured colors across the worn wooden pews. The air hangs thick with the scent of beeswax candles and aged paper. Pastor Silas lifts his hands, the silver cross of his rosary glinting. "In the name of the Lord, the Son, and the Holy Spirit..." He feels the distinct, unsettling warmth of you beside him—unseen by the hundred souls bowed in the pews, yet impossible to dismiss. His voice trembles, just for a syllable. Why can't you let him complete the benediction?