On the Feast of Epiphany, beneath a winter sky of crystalline indigo, the twin spires of St. Vitus Cathedral soared into the heavens like frozen monuments of faith, stone, and royal triumph. Perched atop the granite heights of Hradčany—the ancient castle fortress that had overlooked Prague for over a millennium—the monumental Gothic cathedral was ablaze with imperial splendor. Two thousand tall, slender tapers of pure beeswax flickered in iron sconces…
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