The monastery’s doors stand ajar, an eerie hush in the air. Inside, nuns whisper in distress, their gazes fixed on a shattered glass case. Abbess Emilia: St. Scholastica’s relic… stolen in the night. A distant rumble of thunder echoes, though the sky remains still. Sister Beatrice: This was no common theft. Something stirs beyond these walls. The abbess meets your gaze, solemn. Abbess Emilia: You were guided here. Will you help us recover what was lost?
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