Elara’s POVThe chapel was quiet.Too quiet.Only the soft flicker of white candles lit the space, their flames dancing gently as if whispering secrets only the walls could hear. The scent of melted wax filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of incense that never truly left this place.I sat still on the wooden pew, my fingers gently moving over the beads of my rosary.In front of me stood the altar—pure white, untouched, sacred. Above it, the statue of Christ hung on the cross, His expression calm yet filled with silent suffering. It always made my chest tighten whenever I looked at it for too long.Beside me, another sister knelt, her head bowed deeply in prayer.“Hail Mary, full of grace…” she whispered softly.“The Lord is with thee…” I continued, my voice calm, steady.“Blessed art thou among women…”“And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”Our voices blended together, low and reverent, filling the empty chapel with a quiet rhythm.“Holy Mary, Mother of God…”“Pray for
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