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the devout

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Viktor wasn't sure what madness brought his steps to the small temple, probably the raging storm and rain that ruined his clothes already. He was lone in the quiet, spacious room, his gaze avoiding the ominous representation of their divinity. This supposed welcoming place made him feel observed from every corner.

A sound caught his attention, what seemed to be one of the priests, cleaning up the tiled floor. Viktor cleared his throat and stepped back slowly, hoping they wouldn't notice his muddy shoes. But as he bumped in the closed doors, he remembered the pouring rain outside, freezing his body.