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…
and
it
was
then
that
Shadow
felt
a
hand
opening
his
own
hand
,
prising
it
open
one
finger
at
a
time
,
off
the
thighbone
it
was
clutching
.
He
no
longer
needed
to
urinate
;
that
was
someone
else
.
He
was
standing
under
the
stars
on
a
glassy
rock
plain
,
and
the
bone
was
down
on
the
ground
beside
the
other
bones
.
Wednesday
made
the
signal
for
silence
again
.
Then
he
began
to
walk
,
and
Shadow
followed
.
There
was
a
creak
from
the
mechanical
spider
,
and
Wednesday
froze
.
Shadow
stopped
and
waited
with
him
.
Green
lights
flickered
and
ran
up
and
along
its
side
in
clusters
.
Shadow
tried
not
to
breathe
too
loudly
.
He
thought
about
what
had
just
happened
.
It
had
been
like
looking
through
a
window
into
someone
else
’
s
mind
.
And
then
he
thought
,
Mr
.
World
.
It
was
me
who
thought
his
voice
sounded
familiar
.
That
was
my
thought
,
not
Town
’
s
.
That
was
why
that
seemed
so
strange
.
He
tried
to
identify
the
voice
in
his
mind
,
to
put
it
into
the
category
in
which
it
belonged
,
but
it
eluded
him
.
It
’
ll
come
to
me
,
thought
Shadow
.
Sooner
or
later
,
it
’
ll
come
to
me
.
The
green
lights
went
blue
,
then
red
,
then
faded
to
a
dull
red
,
and
the
spider
settled
down
on
its
metallic
haunches
.
Wednesday
began
to
walk
forward
,
a
lonely
figure
beneath
the
stars
,
in
a
broad
-
brimmed
hat
,
his
frayed
dark
cloak
gusting
randomly
in
the
nowhere
wind
,
his
staff
tapping
on
the
glassy
rock
floor
.
When
the
metallic
spider
was
only
a
distant
glint
in
the
starlight
,
far
back
on
the
plain
,
Wednesday
said
,
"
It
should
be
safe
to
speak
,
now
.
"
"
Where
are
we
?
"
"
Behind
the
scenes
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Sorry
?
"
