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I. A Fateful Day at St. Augustine’s Cathedral In the hallowed silence of St. Augustine’s Cathedral, the interplay of light and shadow painted a scene of transcendent beauty. The magnificent stained-glass windows—each pane a vibrant mosaic of history and artistry—bathed the polished wooden pews in a kaleidoscope of rich, reverberating hues. It was within these…

So here’s how the last Sunday dinner went down. I brought my fiancée, Mallory, over to meet my parents officially. She’s tall, broad-shouldered, platinum blonde, and yeah—she’s not a size two. But Mallory’s the warmest, sharpest, most loyal person I’ve ever met. She lights up every room she walks into, even if she doesn’t fit…