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Shadow
said
nothing
at
all
.
Numbly
,
he
packed
up
his
possessions
,
gave
most
of
them
away
.
He
left
behind
Low
Key
’
s
Herodotus
and
the
book
of
coin
tricks
,
and
,
with
a
momentary
pang
,
he
abandoned
the
blank
metal
disks
be
had
smuggled
out
of
the
workshop
,
which
had
served
him
for
coins
.
There
would
be
coins
,
real
coins
,
on
the
outside
.
He
shaved
.
He
dressed
in
civilian
clothes
.
He
walked
through
door
after
door
,
knowing
that
he
would
never
walk
back
through
them
again
,
feeling
empty
inside
.
The
rain
had
started
to
gust
from
the
gray
sky
,
a
freezing
rain
.
Pellets
of
ice
stung
Shadow
’
s
face
,
while
the
rain
soaked
the
thin
overcoat
and
they
walked
toward
the
yellow
ex
-
school
bus
that
would
take
them
to
the
nearest
city
.
By
the
time
they
got
to
the
bus
they
were
soaked
.
Eight
of
them
were
leaving
.
Fifteen
hundred
still
inside
.
Shadow
sat
on
the
bus
and
shivered
until
the
heaters
started
working
,
wondering
what
he
was
doing
,
where
he
would
go
now
.
Ghost
images
filled
his
head
,
unbidden
.
In
his
imagination
he
was
leaving
another
prison
,
long
ago
.
He
had
been
imprisoned
in
a
lightless
room
for
far
too
long
:
his
beard
was
wild
and
his
hair
was
a
tangle
.
The
guards
had
walked
him
down
a
gray
stone
stairway
and
out
into
a
plaza
filled
with
brightly
colored
things
,
with
people
and
with
objects
.
It
was
a
market
day
and
he
was
dazzled
by
the
noise
and
the
color
,
squinting
at
the
sunlight
that
filled
the
square
,
smelling
the
salt
-
wet
air
and
all
the
good
things
of
the
market
,
and
on
his
left
the
sun
glittered
from
the
water
.
.
.
The
bus
shuddered
to
a
halt
at
a
red
light
.
The
wind
howled
about
the
bus
,
and
the
wipers
slooshed
heavily
back
and
forth
across
the
windshield
,
smearing
the
city
into
a
red
and
yellow
neon
wetness
.
It
was
early
afternoon
,
but
it
looked
like
night
through
the
glass
.
"
Shit
,
"
said
the
man
in
the
seat
behind
Shadow
,
rubbing
the
condensation
from
the
window
with
his
hand
,
staring
at
a
wet
figure
hurrying
down
the
sidewalk
.
"
There
’
s
p
*
*
sy
out
there
.
"
Shadow
swallowed
.
It
occurred
to
him
that
he
had
not
cried
yet
-
had
in
fact
felt
nothing
at
all
.
No
tears
.
No
sorrow
.
Nothing
.
