The temple doors opened fifteen days ago. They opened for the first time in forty years. You rode out on the Season’s Tide, on a road that was once wide but is now overgrown and hard to follow. You rode out of dusty halls, from a youth spent in quiet meditation, toward a wild land overrun with loose morals and outright sinning. You rode out of antiquity to save a struggling branch on the eve of its own destruction. The temple doors opened fifteen days ago. You have to wonder if they have opened for the last time.
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