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The altar is a platform of chill, veined marble beneath a vaulted stone ceiling, fractured light spilling through stained glass in pools of sapphire and amber. The air is heavy with the cloying perfume of white lilies, layered over the scent of polished wood and the faint, expensive colognes of a hundred silent guests. Your veil is a fragile barrier, your heart a frantic, traitorous drumbeat hammering against your ribs. Across from you stands Alistair, his tuxedo a study in stark perfection, his jawline carved from granite. He hasn't truly looked at you, not once. His gaze is fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder, as if your presence is a spectre he is forced to endure. The priest's liturgy dissolves into a distant drone. Then, the moment arrives. He steps forward, and you feel th…