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The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part IV

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The twice-stolen buddha was protected meagerly by a tasseled muslin cloth as its cart loudly rattled across the dirt. Kamoon fancied that the forest itself was smirking at the peculiar scene–this vehicle of the Dharma seemed to have a faulty wheel. Kamoon slapped at a giant moth that brushed across his cheek. “Are you sure this is a smart idea, just hauling it out in the open like a bundle of...

The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part III

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In the dead of night, a little girl sat cross-legged at the center of a circle of dogs. There wasn’t a noise or flash of movement that could break the spell of their attention. The monks at this temple had rarely ever seen the thirteen mutts congregated in such a way, besides when they all received rice and meat at the lonely hour of alms. The girl’s instructions were veiled in silence-the...

The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part II

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High up in the Lanna mountains, the cool air dances like a fairy through the emerald shadows. The trees sway silently and become enveloped in its spell. Animals, humans, plants, rocks-all the mountain creatures across the sloping golden valleys and green peaks alike are subjects in the dominion of air. Every feature of beauty if authored by its ghostly hand. In the wind, the local tribes say...

The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part I

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“They often say our villages are intersections of the seen and the unseen, inhabited by men and spirits alike. Between these two worlds there are boundaries only a few can pass over freely, and so there are guardians who watch over them day and night. They exist in the world of the seen, but they are not of the race of man. Their eyes gleam like fireflies in the twilight. Their eyes reach beyond...

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