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We stand in silence outside the great wood temple doors until I
make out the sound of movement. The unmistakable sound of stone splitting.
Something only a digger will recognize immediately.
“You hear that, Chase?” Tony says.
“Something’s giving way down here.”
“Yeah,” I say. “But where’s it
coming from?”
I look all around me. But the
louder the harsh noise gets, the more my internal radar begs me to look up.
That’s when I see her. The life-sized stone carving of Kali, coming alive,
tearing herself from the wall. The stone Kali drops down from the wall, lands
on her two feet with an earth-pounding thud. In one of her many hands, she
grips a crescent-shaped sword.
“That isn’t real,” Rudy screams.
Out the corner of my eye, I see him close his eyes. “It’s not real,” he chant
