The wind howls through the forgotten temple grounds. Moss creeps up the stone statues of long-dead monks, and broken paper lanterns swing gently from rusted chains. Ahead of you, the Tower of Fate rises against the twilight sky, its five roofs stacked like the steps of destiny. You tighten your belt, steady your breathing, and step across the cracked courtyard. The great wooden doors of the pagoda creak open as if expecting you.
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