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He
built
these
warehouses
on
the
land
beneath
the
house
,
and
filled
them
with
things
for
people
to
see
,
and
then
the
people
came
to
see
them
.
Millions
of
people
come
here
every
year
.
"
"
Why
?
"
But
Wednesday
simply
smiled
,
and
they
walked
into
the
dimly
lit
,
tree
-
lined
Streets
of
Yesterday
.
Prim
-
lipped
Victorian
china
dolls
stared
in
profusion
through
dusty
store
windows
,
like
so
many
props
from
respectable
horror
films
.
Cobblestones
under
their
feet
,
the
darkness
of
a
roof
above
their
heads
,
jangling
mechanical
music
in
the
background
.
They
passed
a
glass
box
of
broken
puppets
,
and
an
overgrown
golden
music
box
in
a
glass
case
.
They
passed
the
dentist
’
s
and
the
drugstore
(
RESTORE
POTENCY
!
USE
O
’
LEARY
’
S
MAGNETICAL
BELT
!
)
.
At
the
end
of
the
street
was
a
large
glass
box
with
a
female
mannequin
inside
it
,
dressed
as
a
gypsy
fortune
-
teller
.
"
Now
,
"
boomed
Wednesday
,
over
the
mechanical
music
,
"
at
the
start
of
any
quest
or
enterprise
it
behooves
us
to
consult
the
Norns
.
So
let
us
designate
this
Sybil
our
Urd
,
eh
?
"
He
dropped
a
brass
-
colored
House
on
the
Rock
coin
into
the
slot
.
With
jagged
,
mechanical
motions
,
the
gypsy
lifted
her
arm
and
lowered
it
once
more
.
A
slip
of
paper
chunked
out
of
the
slot
.
Wednesday
took
it
,
read
it
,
grunted
,
folded
it
up
,
and
put
it
in
his
pocket
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
show
it
to
me
?
I
’
ll
show
you
mine
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
A
man
’
s
fortune
is
his
own
affair
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
stiffly
.
"
I
would
not
ask
to
see
yours
.
"
Shadow
put
his
own
coin
in
the
slot
.
He
took
his
slip
of
paper
.
He
read
it
.
