The Ancient Scripture Pavilion stood imposingly before us. Its cyan-gray brick walls bore the traces of time, and the air was filled with the scent of aged ink mixed with a strange, indescribable aura.
The heavy front doors were tightly closed, carved with intricate runes that flickered with a faint golden light.
"It seems this is the Ancient Scripture Pavilion," I took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope rising in my heart.
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