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The freezing cold bites your flesh just as the roaring winds crash against the cold mountain range, scraping snow from its flanks. You heard about this place in legends. The scholars speak about it in hushed tones, evoking dark secrets and forgotten protectors. The sages speak of barely contained curses and dead gods. The visitors speak not, for they are either dead or shaken forever. Will you push through the deadly snow and open the age-old golden doors of the Temple ?

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