Sylvia The air inside the great cathedral was different from the air outside. Outside, the city was a rush of sirens, traffic, and the relentless pulse of industry. But inside, the air was heavy and sweet with the scent of a thousand white roses. The soft, melodic swell of a string quartet vibrated through the ancient stone floor, the music rising toward the vaulted ceilings like a prayer.As the grand mahogany doors at the back of the cathedral swung open, the entire room stood in a single, silent wave of hushed reverence.I stood at the threshold, my breath catching in my throat. I walked down the long, silk-lined aisle, my hand resting on the arm of a tearful Victor. He had stepped in as my representative, the brother I had chosen when my own family had turned to ash. I could feel him trembling slightly, his pride radiating off him in waves. But as I walked, the faces of the hundreds of guests, the doctors I led, the board members I had battled, the friends who had stayed, blurred
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