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 | Qenna sitting there spending the good part of a yellow-hot day trying to convince me he -- nothing more than a warrior, mind you -- had access to the temple of the goddess. |
| Qenna was alive with day -- yet he challenged me now to accept an untruth from him, and such a challenge from one as sure-footed in the light of truth as Qenna was not to be left unmet. |
| The white sandals turned and Qenna was once again yanking at me, this time to follow the priest down a corridor almost hidden behind the pedestal of the goddess -- a corridor of fewer torches and less gold that widened into an elegant antechamber. |
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