They entered the Cathedral, finally.

The air suddenly fell down various degrees. What once was a warm stuffiness now became an ethereal cold.

That place was sacred, and they felt it.

There was a row of benches, as well various candlesticks. The candles, once again, were all lit, as if expecting the visitors. Decorating the stone walls there were huge stained glass windows, shining in multicolored ominously.

In each one of the benches there was a book, which Max supposed were hymn books. There were a lot of books in a shelf on the corner, as well, seemingly sacred texts.

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