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"C.3 meant to do that, if he did it."
Familiar though he was with death's most bloody and disgusting shapes, Hawkes was dazed and sickened by the devotee's death at the claws and fangs of the tiger of Kali's temple. Helplessly bound, with the stench of the tiger's den beneath him and the grim hag's torchlight breaking up the gloom, he hugged the wall again for fear of falling off the ledge. Ghosts of dead men seemed to leap out from the shadows. He could hear the tiger snarling and the crunch of the brute's fangs on human flesh and bone.