The Temple was her favorite spot in the city. The nuns always had a bit of food for her, and the statue in the foyer was the best climbing spot around. From the goddess’s shoulders, she could see for miles.
She was standing atop the stone watching the rain fall on the city when she saw the ships on the horizon, their black sails billowing in the wind. She raised the alarm, and the city was saved, but the statue was destroyed by cannon fire.
When the nuns had it rebuilt, they included a bench for her to sit on.

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