I get up the steps of the temple and bow before I enter. I’ve been coming here every week for a year now, so all of this is muscle memory at this point. The temple is empty, which is strange. Where are you? I walk through the back doors of the temple to the beautiful meadow of blooming flowers and see you…balancing on the rocks on the edge of the cliff. I run Get down here this instance! Don’t you toy with death like this! My heart is beating out of my chest Please! I beg of you!
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