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Laura
looked
up
at
him
with
dead
blue
eyes
.
"
I
want
to
be
alive
again
,
"
she
said
.
"
Not
in
this
half
-
life
.
I
want
to
be
really
alive
.
I
want
to
feel
my
heart
pumping
in
my
chest
again
.
I
want
to
feel
blood
moving
through
me
—
hot
,
and
salty
,
and
real
.
It
’
s
weird
,
you
don
’
t
think
you
can
feel
it
,
the
blood
,
but
believe
me
,
when
it
stops
flowing
,
you
’
ll
know
.
"
She
rubbed
her
eyes
,
smudging
her
face
with
red
from
the
mess
on
her
hands
.
"
Look
,
I
don
’
t
know
why
this
happened
to
me
.
But
it
’
s
hard
You
know
why
dead
people
only
go
out
at
night
,
puppy
?
Because
it
’
s
easier
to
pass
for
real
,
in
the
dark
.
And
I
don
’
t
want
to
have
to
pass
.
I
want
to
be
alive
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
understand
what
you
want
me
to
do
.
"
"
Make
it
happen
,
hon
.
You
’
ll
figure
it
out
.
I
know
you
will
.
"
"
Okay
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ll
try
.
And
if
I
do
figure
it
out
,
how
do
I
find
you
?
"
But
she
was
gone
,
and
there
was
nothing
left
in
the
woodland
but
a
gentle
gray
in
the
sky
to
show
him
where
east
was
,
and
on
the
bitter
December
wind
a
lonely
wail
that
might
have
been
the
cry
of
the
last
night
bird
or
the
call
of
the
first
bird
of
dawn
.
Shadow
set
his
face
to
the
south
,
and
he
began
to
walk
.
As
the
Hindu
gods
are
"
immortal
"
only
in
a
very
particular
sense
—
for
they
are
born
and
they
die
—
they
experience
most
of
the
great
human
dilemmas
and
often
seem
to
differ
from
mortals
in
a
few
trivial
details
…
and
from
demons
even
less
.
Yet
they
are
regarded
by
the
Hindus
as
a
class
of
beings
by
definition
totally
different
from
any
other
;
they
are
symbols
in
a
way
that
no
human
being
,
however
"
archetypal
"
his
life
story
,
can
ever
be
.
They
are
actors
playing
parts
that
are
real
only
for
us
;
they
are
the
masks
behind
which
we
see
our
own
faces
.
WENDY
DONIGER
O
’
FLAHERTY
,
INTRODUCTION
,
HINDU
MYTHS
(
PENGUIN
BOOKS
,
1975
)
Shadow
had
been
walking
south
,
or
what
he
hoped
was
more
or
less
south
,
for
several
hours
,
heading
along
a
narrow
and
unmarked
road
through
the
woods
somewhere
in
,
he
imagined
,
southern
Wisconsin
.
Several
jeeps
came
down
the
road
toward
him
at
one
point
,
headlights
blazing
,
and
he
ducked
well
back
into
the
trees
until
they
had
passed
.
The
early
morning
mist
hung
at
waist
level
.
The
cars
were
black
.
