Lowering her gaze, she watched the shadow that should have been cast upon the stone door behind her stretching out from beneath her feet toward the front, inch by inch, as if drawn toward the Buddha statue opposite.
The anomaly before her eyes did not strike terror into her heart; instead, the corners of her lips curved upward as she took step after step forward.
She paid no heed to the Buddhas on either side that looked ready to pounce at any moment, nor to the fierce, rakshasa-faced specters on the ground that seemed poised to lunge and devour.
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