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The tunnel had ended, opening up to a clearing with large, dead trees and the same low-lying brush we had seen during our journey to the dig site.
I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as we walked out into the light. Pete gasped, and Troy tightened his hold on my hand as we stood at the tunnel's end, looking at the crumbled remains of what was once a temple built into the side of a large hill.
The outside of the temple had fallen away with the passing of time. All that was left was a door.
"Oh, my Goddess," I whispered.
The door was made of pure granite, chipped in some places like someone had attempted to open it with tools. Symbols were etched all around it, and the center bore the same s