everyone starts moving towards the temple, you brush aside cobwebs as you make your way to the rotting door. Pushing it open a blast of cold air races out and throws the doors off their hinges making lots of noise. you step inside. the place is empty and looks as if it has been empty for a long time, cobwebs fill the room and dust covers all the tables, benches and the altar
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---------------------------------I have fought with the shadows at the edge of your vision.I have seen the faces that laugh at you in your nightmares.And you accuse me of being a madman. What right have you to judge what is sane and what is not?