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Azriel stood at the head of the altar, his golden scepter held loosely in his hand as he waited for his bride to enter the chapel. The air was filled with the scent of incense and the sound of church bells tolling in the distance.
As the doors of the chapel opened, a gust of fresh air swept over the space.
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