You walk into his temple, squinting at the brightness. The decor is nice and fancy, but too cheery, and misses a few sku!ls. Everything is way too warm and clean for your liking, and even though you really want to leave, you decide to stay, because Apollo was the only God who was nice to you. You walk through the halls, finding him in a room full of paintings, playing his lyre. It's a beautiful melody. (YOU CONTINUE)
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