The Dark Chapel
You stand just inside the doors of the empty chapel. Although the air smells decidedly musty, the faint aroma of incense still lingers on. Long wooden benches are arranged in rows on either side of the central walkway, which leads up to a raised, carpeted dais complete with rectangular altar. The grey marble slabs are cold underneath your feet, and time has etched a thousand hairline fractures into each polished surface.
The chapel is markedly absent of religious emblems, although a carving on the wall directly behind the altar portrays a woody clearing in which centaurs frolick with maidens in varying states of undress.
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