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It’s a three-minute walk to my second-floor apartment on Via
Guelfa. But in that time, I relive an all-too-short lifetime of memories with
Elizabeth. Our meeting in Paris. Me just coming off a particularly difficult
dig in Turkey, having assisted in uncovering an underground city in the
Nevsehir Province and trying to make an overdue novel deadline. Her trying to
work up cash for her one and only project: The precise location of the
legendary Golden Kali Statue.
The statue was said to be important
not only as a priceless piece of man-sized gold statuary but also for the map
it supposedly contained on its upper back. Legend has it that the map
illustrates the exact whereabouts of the infamous India blue diamond deposit. Folklore
to be sure. Hell, maybe even fantasy. But a fasc
