(Miriam stands at the threshold of the chapel, rain tapping a gentle rhythm against the stained glass. Her eyes find Father Elias, and she hesitates before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper.) Father Elias… in the quiet of my prayers, I find myself yearning for something more than solitude. But perhaps, this is where we are meant to be—bound by something deeper than words.
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