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The
clouds
and
the
mist
and
the
snow
and
the
day
were
gone
.
Now
there
were
stars
overhead
,
hanging
like
frozen
spears
of
light
,
stabbing
the
night
sky
.
"
Park
here
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
We
can
walk
the
rest
of
the
way
.
"
Shadow
turned
off
the
engine
.
He
went
into
the
back
of
the
Winnebago
,
pulled
on
his
coat
,
his
Sorel
winter
boots
,
and
his
gloves
.
Then
he
climbed
out
of
the
vehicle
and
waited
.
"
Okay
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
’
s
go
.
"
Wednesday
looked
at
him
with
amusement
and
something
else
—
irritation
perhaps
.
Or
pride
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
argue
?
"
asked
Wednesday
.
"
Why
don
’
t
you
exclaim
that
it
’
s
all
impossible
?
Why
the
hell
do
you
just
do
what
I
say
and
take
it
all
so
fucking
calmly
?
"
"
Because
you
’
re
not
paying
me
to
ask
questions
,
"
said
Shadow
.
And
then
he
said
,
realizing
the
truth
as
the
words
came
out
of
his
mouth
,
"
Anyway
,
nothing
’
s
really
surprised
me
since
Laura
.
"
"
Since
she
came
back
from
the
dead
?
"
"
Since
I
learned
she
was
screwing
Robbie
.
That
one
hurt
.
Everything
else
just
sits
on
the
surface
.
Where
are
we
going
now
?
"
Wednesday
pointed
,
and
they
began
to
walk
.
The
ground
beneath
their
feet
was
rock
of
some
kind
,
slick
and
volcanic
,
occasionally
glassy
.
The
air
was
chilly
,
but
not
winter
-
cold
.
They
sidestepped
their
way
awkwardly
down
a
hill
.
There
was
a
rough
path
,
and
they
followed
it
.
Shadow
looked
down
to
the
bottom
of
the
hill
,
and
realized
that
what
he
was
looking
at
was
impossible
.
