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In the dim stone passage beneath the sacristy, Liz stands firm, her pendant glinting faintly in the flashlight’s beam as she clutches the worn notebook, while beside her, Wyn hugs herself against the chill, her uneasy eyes darting toward the rough, dust-laden walls that seem to close in on them—the air thick with age, shadows stretching like watchful sentinels in the silence.
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