Two Sides Of Tova.
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Just looking at this temple give me the creeps, I spotted the kerchief and picked it up. while picking it up, I stepped on al stone which opened a slowly to a room that resembled an ancient praying ground. Slowly I entered the and saw the room in a state of disarray and amongst the rubble layer a skeleton. it looked as if it was pointing upwards. As I looked lup, there layed metal link which looked similar to a bracelet which was laying on a mount.
Instinctively, I bent to pick it up,
"hmm nice",
I picked it up, took my kerchief and went to go meet the others.
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Tova stumbled upon a mysterious bracelet that changed her life forever.
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