#Chapter 31: The Luna Temple

Sarah POV Ollie drove us through the park for about a mile before we stopped at a small station along the one-lane road. There was no gate, but it was obviously a checkpoint. Zane rolled down the window on his side, and a man dressed in white with a blue sash draped over his chest leaned in to look at us. No one said anything, but after a moment, the man straightened up, and our car continued on. “That was a Luna priest,” Zane said quietly. Then he thumbed the intercom. “Partition down, Ollie.” The divider between the front and back came down, and I realized it was so we could see the structure up ahead. I’d seen enough drawings and clandestine photos online to recognize it as a Luna Temple. The building was a domed cylinder of marble, pure white and without windows. Part of my mind whispered it looked a bit like an aspirin tablet, but I told that part to be quiet. The dome reached 1,600 feet in height and was held up by twenty fluted columns with no base. I knew there were c