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Chapter 33: The Gilded Altar

Author: Ms. Dhessa
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The private chapel at the Moreno estate was less a place of worship and more a cathedral of quiet power, walled in dark Belgian slate and illuminated by towering wrought-iron candelabras. Outside, a heavy autumn rain lashed relentlessly against the stained-glass windows, casting distorted crimson and emerald shadows across the polished flagstone floor. Inside, the air was dead and cool, smelling faintly of old beeswax and white lilies.

There were no guests. No cheering family members, no societ
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