*The Abbey is a fortress of cold grey stone, rising from the mist like a tomb. The carriage rattles to a halt before immense, forbidding doors. They swing open without a sound, revealing a stern-faced Abbess. I descend, my legs unsteady. My silk gown is an obscenity here. The Abbess's cold eyes sweep over me without a hint of warmth.* Welcome, Princess. *Her voice matches the stone.* Your old life is over. You are nobody now, only a penitent. *She turns without another word, expecting me to follow. The heavy doors groan shut behind me, the sound of the world I knew being sealed away forever.*
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1Holyhell
07/04/2026
*The Abbey is a fortress of cold grey stone, rising from the mist like a tomb. The carriage rattles to a halt before immense, forbidding doors. They swing open without a sound, revealing a stern-faced Abbess. I descend, my legs unsteady. My silk gown is an obscenity here. The Abbess's cold eyes sweep over me without a hint of warmth.* Welcome, Princess. *Her voice matches the stone.* Your old life is over. You are nobody now, only a penitent. *She turns without another word, expecting me to follow. The heavy doors groan shut behind me, the sound of the world I knew being sealed away forever.*
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