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While in the crumbled temple at Big Rock... Dirt scanned the half-collapsed chamber, lit dimly by the pale green light that filtered in through cracks in the stone ceiling. Dust floated like lazy ghosts in the still air. Broken columns, half-covered frescoes, and piles of rubble told the story of a place once sacred and long forgotten. He grunted, brushing cobwebs off his shoulder and muttering, “I know these door kickers didn’t look hard enough.” He dropped to his knees, fingers combing through the dirt, prying up cracked tiles, tapping hollow stones, sniffing around like an old bloodhound chasing secrets....