"Nine-hundred thirty-two years of existence defines this place. I will return to this place when I reach that age, if it is still here." Eli says quietly, making the vow then and there.
Then, he walks forward, down the aisle until he comes to the dais, to look up at the stained glass.
"This place is beautiful." he whispers.
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