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NINETY THREE

作者: Inkbyjane
last update 公開日: 2026-07-08 14:38:30

BENJAMIN’S POV

The vaulted stone arches of St. Patrick’s Cathedral didn't look like a sanctuary; they looked like the ribcage of a massive, frozen beast.

It was 4:00 PM. The air inside the cathedral was thick with the scent of burning frankincense, expensive floral arrangements, and the damp leather of three hundred high-society guests filling the mahogany pews. Beyond the massive stained-glass windows, a wall of thousands of paparazzi and shouting spectators lined Fifth Avenue, their sync
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