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... The road narrowed as they rode into its final approach, the trees on either side growing older and larger the further in they went, trunks thickening, and canopies closing overhead until the light came down in long warm columns between the branches instead of spreading evenly across the path.
The forest had the quality of an ancient, undisturbed place, which quieted both the horses and the people riding them.
Then the trees stopped, and there it was, the Golden Temple.
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