Cathedral

His hooves slipped on the wet, cold, stone and he flared his wings for balance. Droplets of water saturated his coat down to the skin and made him shiver, yet he was scarcely aware of the cold as his gave followed the column of water up to its source; a simple hole crumbled away from the face of the sheer cliffside. 

"Gods," he said aloud, with only the winds that whistled through the cathedral of stone to witness his awe.

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