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The
"
Danse
Macabre
"
came
to
a
tempestuous
and
discordant
end
.
That
all
the
artificial
instruments
were
ever
-
so
-
slightly
out
of
tune
added
to
the
otherworldliness
of
the
place
.
A
new
piece
began
.
"
How
was
your
bank
robbery
?
"
asked
Czernobog
.
"
It
went
well
?
"
He
stood
,
reluctant
to
leave
the
Mikado
and
its
thundering
,
jangling
music
.
"
Slick
as
a
snake
in
a
barrel
of
butter
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
I
get
a
pension
from
the
slaughterhouse
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
I
do
not
ask
for
more
.
"
"
It
won
’
t
last
forever
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Nothing
does
.
"
More
corridors
,
more
musical
machines
.
Shadow
became
aware
that
they
were
not
following
the
path
through
the
rooms
intended
for
tourists
,
but
seemed
to
be
following
a
different
route
of
Wednesday
’
s
own
devising
.
They
were
going
down
a
slope
,
and
Shadow
,
confused
,
wondered
if
they
had
already
been
that
way
.
Czernobog
grasped
Shadow
’
s
arm
.
"
Quickly
,
come
here
,
"
he
said
,
pulling
him
over
to
a
large
glass
box
by
a
wall
.
It
contained
a
diorama
of
a
tramp
asleep
in
a
churchyard
in
front
of
a
church
door
.
THE
DRUNKARD
’
S
DREAM
said
the
label
,
which
explained
that
it
was
a
nineteenth
-
century
penny
-
in
-
the
-
slot
machine
,
originally
from
an
English
railway
station
.
The
coin
slot
had
been
modified
to
take
the
brass
House
on
the
Rock
coins
.
"
Put
in
the
money
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
Why
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
You
must
see
.
I
show
you
.
"
