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Deep in the wilds, an ancient shrine rots. No one remembers which gods dwelt here. Now, rats are its only cong…

Deep in the wilds, an ancient shrine rots. No one remembers which gods dwelt here. Now, rats are its only congregation. Yet at night, this temple still offers refuge to the desperate and the outcast, who gather around a shared fire. They are all transient guests under one roof, warming themselves through the long night until dawn.

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