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He
struggled
and
he
pushed
,
ever
more
weakly
,
each
movement
using
precious
air
.
He
was
trapped
:
could
go
no
further
,
and
could
not
return
the
way
that
he
had
come
.
"
Now
bargain
,
"
said
a
voice
in
his
mind
.
It
might
have
been
his
own
voice
.
He
could
not
tell
.
"
What
do
I
have
to
bargain
with
?
"
Shadow
asked
.
"
I
have
nothing
.
"
He
could
taste
the
clay
now
,
thick
and
mud
-
gritty
in
his
mouth
;
he
could
taste
the
sharp
mineral
tang
of
the
rocks
that
surrounded
him
.
And
then
Shadow
said
,
"
Except
myself
.
I
have
myself
,
don
’
t
I
?
"
It
seemed
as
if
everything
was
holding
its
breath
—
not
just
Shadow
,
but
the
whole
world
under
the
earth
,
every
worm
,
every
crevice
,
every
cavern
,
holding
its
breath
.
"
I
offer
myself
,
"
he
said
.
The
response
was
immediate
.
The
rocks
and
the
earth
that
had
surrounded
him
began
to
push
down
on
Shadow
,
squeezed
him
so
hard
that
the
last
ounce
of
air
in
his
lungs
was
crushed
out
of
him
.
The
pressure
became
pain
,
pushing
him
on
every
side
,
and
he
felt
he
was
being
mashed
,
a
fern
becoming
coal
.
He
reached
the
zenith
of
pain
and
hung
there
,
cresting
,
knowing
that
he
could
take
no
more
,
that
no
one
could
take
more
than
this
,
and
at
that
moment
the
spasm
eased
and
Shadow
could
breathe
again
.
The
light
above
him
had
grown
larger
.
He
was
being
pushed
toward
the
surface
.
