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Kat and Tristan navigated the narrow Elizabethan streets until they reached King’s College. It was perhaps the most architecturally elaborate of all of the colleges at Cambridge, with its tall spires and large, sprawling edifices. They followed a crowd that was making its way through a set of doors leading into a chapel.
A choir of thirty white-robed boys and young men were flipping pages in their hymnals on wooden pedestals. Candles in clear glass hurricanes flickered, casting golden illumination upon the choir and the crowd.
Tristan led her to one of the end rows near the front, where they had a stunning view of the stained glass. The interior of the chapel, with its pillars stretching toward the heavens and feathering outward over the ceiling in exquisite slopes was breathtaking.
