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"
He
’
s
working
them
slowly
.
He
’
ll
land
’
em
one
at
a
time
.
You
’
ll
see
.
They
’
ll
come
around
in
the
end
.
"
Shadow
could
feel
that
a
wind
was
coming
up
from
somewhere
,
stirring
his
hair
,
touching
his
face
,
pulling
at
him
.
They
were
standing
in
the
room
of
the
biggest
Carousel
in
the
world
,
listening
to
"
The
Emperor
Waltz
.
"
There
was
a
group
of
people
,
tourists
by
the
look
of
them
,
talking
with
Wednesday
over
at
the
other
side
of
the
room
,
by
the
wall
covered
with
all
the
wooden
carousel
horses
:
as
many
people
as
there
had
been
shadowy
figures
in
Wednesday
’
s
Hall
.
"
Through
here
,
"
boomed
Wednesday
,
and
he
led
them
through
the
only
exit
,
formed
to
look
like
the
gaping
mouth
of
a
huge
monster
,
its
sharp
teeth
ready
to
rend
them
all
to
slivers
.
He
moved
among
them
like
a
politician
,
cajoling
,
encouraging
,
smiling
,
gently
disagreeing
,
pacifying
.
"
Did
that
happen
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Did
what
happen
,
shit
-
for
-
brains
?
"
asked
Mr
.
Nancy
.
"
The
hall
.
The
fire
.
Tiger
balls
.
Riding
the
Carousel
.
"
"
Heck
,
nobody
’
s
allowed
to
ride
the
Carousel
.
Didn
’
t
you
see
the
signs
?
Now
hush
.
"
The
monster
’
s
mouth
led
to
the
Organ
Room
,
which
puzzled
Shadow
—
hadn
’
t
they
already
come
through
that
way
?
It
was
no
less
strange
the
second
time
.
Wednesday
led
them
all
up
some
stairs
,
past
life
-
sized
models
of
the
four
horsemen
of
the
apocalypse
hanging
from
the
ceiling
,
and
they
followed
the
signs
to
an
early
exit
.
