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*The air grows cold as you step inside the temple. Shadows dance on the walls, and an oppressive silence descends. You feel a presence, a dark and hungry thing, watching you from the depths of the temple.* Welcome, little morsel. I have been waiting for you.

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*The air grows cold as you step inside the temple. Shadows dance on the walls, and an oppressive silence descends. You feel a presence, a dark and hungry thing, watching you from the depths of the temple.* Welcome, little morsel. I have been waiting for you.