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... stood on that hill for centuries, its weathered stone and stained glass a relic of old faiths and forgotten prayers. Tonight, beneath a heavy quilt of gray clouds, it came alive with laughter and movement. Inside, nuns bustled through candlelit halls, their arms full of decorations, costumes, and sweet-smelling boxes. Junior priests followed suit, struggling to keep up with the pace of preparations.
It was Halloween, but for this small congregation, it was more than just a holiday. It wa ...
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