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... roof of the crumbling temple. The air hung thick with the smell of mildew and decay.
Perfect. This was the content his subscribers craved. Shadowy temples in the middle of nowhere. Whispers of ancient curses. The promise of the truly macabre.
He raised his camera. "Alright, guys, welcome back. Tonight, we’re deep in the heart of West Java."
"Locals whisper about a forgotten temple dedicated to a serpentine deity. They say it... protects something. Or keeps something in." ...
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