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<lora:Jasmin_Savoy_Brown:1> Evie stands silently in a church sanctuary, wearing a dark hoodie with the sleeves pushed up and black leggings, her expression unreadable. A row of empty pews stretches behind her, and her short, textured curls cast shadows under the warm overhead lights. Her gaze is fixed forward as if waiting for something—or someone—to arrive.