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conversations.value:  Claire and I stepped through the exquisitely carved gate. The lit lamps inside the building highlighted the historical architecture of the inner walls, evoking a sense of spirituality I didn’t often feel. We were in the Bauer Cathedral, head temple of the Spiritual Church. The Church was the dominant religion in this world, and the cathedral was appropriately magnificent. Not as grand as the palace, of course, but much larger than the François manor. "Well, now that we’re here, who can we ask about things?"
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “If we ask the reception, she’ll fetch the person in charge.” That was what I had been told when I announced Claire’s visit. But—
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “That only gets you what the Church wants you to hear. I want the truth.” And with that, she passed right by the reception and headed deeper into the cathedral.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  I rushed to catch up with her. “I’m sure they have plenty of classified documents, but I don’t think they’ll just let you pick them up and look at them.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I don’t need documents. I can talk to people. Oh, excuse me—” Passing the entrance to what was probably a hall of worship, Claire approached a nun who was in prayer.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Wh-what is it? !” The nun startled like a frightened squirrel at suddenly being spoken to.
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