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As dusk enveloped and the ambiguous, hazy moonlight climbed the edges of the Imperial Capital, the church city was shrouded in the wavering moonlight. With the night gradually progressing, the moonlight grew increasingly bright, casting a layer of white frost on every glass prism of the third largest church's dome.
Tonight was destined to be an unforgettable night for the Church, and even for all the citizens of Farol.
Even years later, when they and their descendants mentioned this night, everything seemed vividly clear.
They would remember that frost-like moonlight, remember every piece of glass in the church reflecting the light, remember the sycamore leaves drifting in the wind in the church square... and the four vivid, bright red characters at the very center of the square—
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