The ceiling loomed overhead, shadows decorating each lofty arch. Candles flickered on the front altar. Prayers whispered like wind through the cracks in the masonry.
When he entered, he felt the reverence in the cool damp air. He knew this was not a place to be messed with. He lifted his eyes up to the golden figure above the candles, and he stayed there, watching.
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