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The dust blows up from the road causing you to rub your
eyes trying to clear your vision. Looking down the long
dark road, you see very little other than the barren land
bathed in soft moonlight. You continue to trudge along, a
destination locked in your mind. As you continue though,
you begin to feel a pulling within your chest. Rubbing it
with your hand, you stop for a moment waiting for the
sensation to pass. Off in the distance you hear chanting,
you turn in circles trying to determine from which
direction the sound is coming, but alas, nothing shares
this road with you. You slowly begin walking again,
uncertainty slowly seeping into your mind. Stopping again
to listen to the whistling wind, your ears straining for
something more, you begin to feel the pulling in your chest
again. Your soul feels burdened as you look down the road.
Glancing back you think of that which you are leaving and
hesitation fills your footsteps. Longingly, you gaze off
into the distance and your mind's eye sees the temple, the
scent of cinnamon pulls forth from your memory. Serpents
and ravens of stone seem to come alive and move within the
temple walls. Suddenly a weight comes to bear upon your
shoulders and from within your mind you hear a strong
voice,

"I am the way. Walk with Me and

you shall know True Strength."
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