In the Temple of the Lady of the Temple

I approach the pylon of Her House. Huge, wooden doors stand before me. Dark wood, ancient and worn. I lift my hand to knock, but before I can, the doors pivot inward, opening. A complex scent comes to me from within. Green things, wet stone, a sweet animal musk, a breeze off a river. I […]

In the Temple of the Lady of the Temple

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