Chapter 13 – Part 3

 

It appeared that no one, including Logan, could make sense of what had prompted George to act so rude and what was wrong with him. They all knew very well that this wasn’t Mark’s doing.

He wasn’t like the George they knew.

“Pal.” Logan swallowed and eyed his best friend nervously. “Why don’t we all calm down and think about this for a while?” he said at last.

George threw him an indignant look but said nothing.

Mark sank down heavily on one of the round and flat stones that encompassed the burnished statue, shunning his eyes from the others. He hardly knew what to think anymore. Maybe George was right, after all. He was foolish enough to think they could get out of this place alive.

Mark let out a long sigh and stared at the statue in front of him.

The statue was a life-sized sculpture, an enrobed elderly man holding what appeared to be a serpentine scepter. The serpent had its head drawn back, revealing its hideous fangs. If it weren’t for the colorless, thin slits of carved pupils, Mark would have mistaken it for a real-life serpent. He knew it was ridiculous to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it – he was relieved to see the man holding the serpent firmly by the neck.

 

 

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