Trailing in Dorian's wake with Sean bringing up the rear, we take the brief path to the abandoned ruins of the temple enclosed by the courtyard walls. The entrance is relatively small and low, and while it poses no problem for me, the sheer size of both Sean and Dorian's shifted wolves block nearly the entire tunnel until we reach the first fork.
Sure enough, our path spirals inward to what I now think must be the center of the temple, then opens into the familiar room. The soft sand that once covered the paved floor has long since drifted into a shallow film in the hallways and piled into tiny dunes in the corners, revealing an intricate mosaic. It's cracked in one place, fine lines like webs spreading across the floor as though something heavy fell into it from above.
