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Caius stood at the head of the center sarcophagus and pointed at the wall. “It’s moving!”
My companions and I all rushed to his side and watched two small doors slide away from each other to reveal a hidden cranny. We all looked at each other.
“Did someone do something?” Sage asked us.
Everyone shook their heads except me. I shrugged. “I kicked the figure at the foot.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Where on his person did you kick?”
I sheepishly smiled. “The groin?”
Caius winced. “That must’ve hurt pretty bad to make the head move.”
Sage stroked his chin. “‘To lie forever among between the two. To lie in private, a leg but no shoe.’” His eyes widened and he snapped his fingers. “That’s it! The man’s-” He paused and his cheeks reddened. “That is, his lower extremity-”
“His
