The Pale Temple, made to honor the gods. Or really, only one. The sandstone walls rose high, coming together in a dome painted in only the most vibrant of colors. Glassless windows rose almost the full height of the walls left and right, sunlight dancing on the shallow moat surrounding the throne in the center. And on that throne, comforted with cushions and silks, she rested her chin in her hand as she listened to her most recent visitor, her expression fully displaying her disdain.
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