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The choir keeps on singing as she makes her march to her Goddess’s temple, the whirring of machinery filling her ears. She looked apathetic, her halo shining in the corridors leading up to the holy space. The large doors loomed over her, yet emitted holy light, basking everything around it in peace and tranquility.
writing a short story for school