Journey of a Thousand Miles

Previously

…Outside, he stopped and looked back. The temple sat silent, patient, as if it had been waiting for him for centuries. He looked down at the book in his hands. Mile 612. He had come this far. There was no turning back. He tucked the book into his pack, checked the compass—still pointing east—and began walking. The jungle closed around him once more, but now he listened for something else beneath the buzz and chatter of the wild. He listened for his own voice, waiting to tell him where to go next.