You walk into an ancient temple out in the middle of nowhere. It's overgrown, and the wood is rotting. The creaking of the planks below you fills you with unease as you enter its sanctum. You look around before narrowly ducking out of the way out of a jab from a blade, ascyou turn to look, the man calls out Whatever your buisness is here, stranger, I suggest you leave.
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