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As the last wisps of daylight surrender to the impending darkness, the weary minister stands solemnly in the fragile sanctuary, the creaking wooden pews and stained glass windows seeming to whisper secrets of the past. The air is heavy with the weight of forsaken dreams and the minister's own crumbling faith, as if the worn pages of the sacred scripture have yielded to the relentless fury of the ocean's waves. The waves, like restless spirits, crash against the shore outside, their rhythmic
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