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"As Daring stepped into the entrance of the temple, the hair on the nape of her neck started to bristle and quiver. Stepping in, she let her eyes adjust, taking in the details. The steps looked slick with phosphorescent moss and the stone pillars at the entrance were cracked and weathered. Repositioning her hat in anticipation, she almost missed the glimmer of light from up ahead. Was it an eye looking back at her, the glint from some weapon, or just a water droplet shining briefly in the light in the gloaming? She knew not. Taking a breath, she stepped forward into adventure."
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