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The air within the grand temple was thick with the sweet scent of incense and the hushed whispers of devoted worshipers. Small grey bowls of white liquid hovered around the ceiling, the black flames flickering across the liquid surface of the bowl's contents.
The flames cast white snake-like shadows on the intricate green murals adorning the polished black walls, creating an eerie mixture of white and green snakes writhing against the walls.
I ignored the spectacle as I made my way through a corridor.
The worshippers' whispers faded to silence as I made my way deeper into the heart of the temple, the grey folds of the temple robe uncomfortably grainy against my sensitive pale skin.
I despised wearing this, but it was necessary for granting me access to the inner sanctum of the temple… given my unofficial title.
At the end of the narrow corridor, I stopped before a thick white tapestry hanging from the veiling.
I braced myself with a low sigh.
