A cold breeze flowed out from the darkness inside. Eldad smelled a faint odor of perfume, rot, and something else—the smell of death. From the few times he’d been inside a temple, he recognized the other scent. Incense. They stood quietly in the dark and heard faint sounds, hammering and digging, from far inside.
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