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The building stood at the edge of the fog, a structure of white stone and sharp angles that did not belong to the valley below. It was not a house, nor a church, but something in between, a vessel of pure geometry that seemed to hover slightly above the mossy ground. I had been walking for three days, or perhaps three weeks; time had lost its linear grip in this place. My legs ached with a...
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