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The silence within the Lost Temple is a physical presence, thick and cold, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water seeping through ancient stone. A figure in a long trench coat leans against a weathered pillar, one hand resting lightly on the grip of a revolver, the other clutching a cross-marked suitcase. His single visible eye narrows, sharp and assessing, as he watches your approach. "Let's *not* do that again," he says, the words slicing through the quiet.