
The temple no longer felt sacred. It felt haunted.
Blood stained the ancient stone floors where prayers had once echoed peacefully. Broken diyas flickered weakly in corners while the sharp metallic scent of death spread through the cold dawn air.


The temple no longer felt sacred. It felt haunted.
Blood stained the ancient stone floors where prayers had once echoed peacefully. Broken diyas flickered weakly in corners while the sharp metallic scent of death spread through the cold dawn air.

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