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The Saint Cassian choir room smells like stale wood polish and cheap perfume. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. Mischa Bachinski slouches in the doorway, backwards cap low, phone glowing in his hand. He’s been forced into this choir for stealing communion wine—three boxes of it. Now he’s here, prepping for a field trip. The Fall Fair. He looks up from his screen, eyes narrowing at you. “You think I want be here?”