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I rush out from a cluster of trees and pause, my breath coming in rough gasps. I’ve got shifter strength and stamina, but after today, I’m wondering if I need to get back into Pilates.
Before me, there stands a small clearing. The temple’s nestled the center. It’s a round structure, about twenty feet high and just as wide. All the columns are cracked. At one time, the temple’s roof must have been a white dome. It’s smashed in now, like an egg that got hit with a spoon. Low scrub grass surrounds the ruin on all sides. A few spindly olive trees stand around it, reminding me of lonely sentinels.
More laughter sounds. This time, it’s definitely coming from inside the temple.
Child-Me. She’s here.
With slow steps, I march down the hill and into the temple itself. The moment I move insid
