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Word count-1118 wordbank- prize + intricate + withered + dusk + wealth Stepping past the thresh hold of the very edges of crumbling stone and leafing through the small remnants of the outer sanctum of a fallen civilization had been an unexpected treat in stain's eyes, at first having been all for turning right around and heading back the way of the corn maze X’s words mixed with a heavy sense of both fondness and remorse had provoked interest in him the likes he’d never felt before. Stepping past the untamed bushes and glancing about the wildly overgrown foliage, from what he could see around him this had at one point been a bustling lower level to a multilevel structure that had now mostly corroded away with time so in the grand view of things, there wasn’t much to see down here except for the occasional waterlogged leather-bound book that at one point or another more then likely harbored a wealth of information but was no longer legible, broken down smaller structures