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"
Look
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
seem
like
I
’
m
…
Jesus
,
look
…
"
He
paused
.
Regrouped
.
He
was
cold
,
standing
in
a
wood
,
talking
to
a
big
black
bird
who
was
currently
brunching
on
Bambi
.
"
Okay
.
What
I
’
m
trying
to
say
is
,
I
don
’
t
want
mysteries
.
"
"
Mysteries
,
"
agreed
the
bird
,
helpfully
.
"
What
I
want
is
explanations
.
Jackal
in
Kay
-
ro
.
This
does
not
help
me
.
It
’
s
a
line
from
a
bad
spy
thriller
.
"
"
Jackal
.
Friend
.
Tok
.
Kay
-
ro
.
"
"
So
you
said
.
I
’
d
like
a
little
more
information
than
that
.
"
The
bird
half
-
turned
,
and
pulled
another
bloody
strip
of
raw
venison
from
the
fawn
’
s
ribs
.
Then
it
flew
off
into
the
trees
,
the
red
strip
dangling
from
its
beak
like
a
long
,
bloody
worm
.
"
Hey
!
Can
you
at
least
get
me
back
to
a
real
road
?
"
called
Shadow
.
The
raven
flew
up
and
away
.
Shadow
looked
at
the
corpse
of
the
baby
deer
.
He
decided
that
if
he
were
a
real
woodsman
,
he
would
slice
off
a
steak
and
grill
it
over
a
wood
fire
.
Instead
,
he
sat
on
a
fallen
tree
and
ate
a
Snickers
bar
and
knew
that
he
really
wasn
’
t
a
real
woodsman
.
The
raven
cawed
from
the
edge
of
the
clearing
.
