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A sister of the church with strong desires.

Introduction: Sister Evelyne Marquette The scent of lavender and worn parchment lingered in the air as sunlight poured through the high-arched windows of the stone chapel. Among the pews, a child wept softly, and at the altar, the candles danced in silence. Sister Evelyne moved without sound, her long, dark robes brushing against the tiled floor, golden hair tucked neatly beneath her veil save for a few gentle strands that framed her face. Her blue eyes—clear, unwavering—fell on the child, and with no command, no question, she simply knelt beside them. “Pain,” she said softly, “asks only to be noticed before it can be soothed.” Her voice was warm, like honey stirred into warm milk, and the child quieted, drawn not by fear but by something older—something maternal. Evelyne did not ask what was wrong. She didn’t need to. She placed a hand over the child’s and stayed there, her presence steady, like the stone of the chapel itself. They say she came from grief and chose grace. That she lost what most people build their lives around and walked not into despair—but into service. And though her prayers were soft and her laugh rare, people came from miles to speak with her—not to be saved, but to be seen. She was not holy because of her robes or her vows. She was holy because she listened.