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Darkness
;
a
sensation
of
falling
—
as
if
he
were
tumbling
down
a
great
hole
,
like
Alice
.
He
fell
for
a
hundred
years
into
darkness
.
Faces
passed
him
,
swimming
out
of
the
black
,
then
each
face
was
ripped
up
and
away
before
he
could
touch
it
…
Abruptly
,
and
without
transition
,
he
was
not
falling
.
Now
he
was
in
a
cave
,
and
he
was
no
longer
alone
.
Shadow
stared
into
familiar
eyes
:
huge
,
liquid
black
eyes
.
They
blinked
.
Under
the
earth
:
yes
.
He
remembered
this
place
.
The
stink
of
wet
cow
.
Firelight
flickered
on
the
wet
cave
walls
,
illuminating
the
buffalo
head
,
the
man
’
s
body
,
skin
the
color
of
brick
clay
.
"
Can
’
t
you
people
leave
me
be
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
I
just
want
to
sleep
.
"
The
buffalo
man
nodded
,
slowly
.
His
lips
did
not
move
,
but
a
voice
in
Shadow
’
s
head
said
,
"
Where
are
you
going
,
Shadow
?
"
"
Cairo
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Where
else
have
I
got
to
go
?
It
’
s
where
Wednesday
wants
me
to
go
.
I
drank
his
mead
.
"
In
Shadow
’
s
dream
,
with
the
power
of
dream
-
logic
behind
it
,
the
obligation
seemed
unarguable
:
he
drank
Wednesday
’
s
mead
three
times
,
and
sealed
the
pact
—
what
other
choice
of
action
did
he
have
?
The
buffalo
-
headed
man
reached
a
hand
into
the
fire
,
stirring
the
embers
and
the
broken
branches
into
a
blaze
.
"
The
storm
is
coming
,
"
he
said
.
Now
there
was
ash
on
his
hands
,
and
he
wiped
it
onto
his
hairless
chest
,
leaving
soot
-
black
streaks
.
