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It
was
extremely
pretty
.
Shadow
parked
his
car
at
the
edge
of
town
,
and
walked
along
the
side
of
the
road
,
a
winding
,
country
road
that
curled
around
the
hills
to
the
east
of
the
town
.
Each
of
the
hills
was
covered
with
leafless
maple
trees
,
and
bone
-
white
birches
,
and
dark
firs
and
pines
.
There
was
no
footpath
,
and
Shadow
walked
along
the
middle
of
the
road
,
making
for
the
side
whenever
he
heard
a
car
.
At
one
point
a
small
dark
cat
kept
pace
with
him
beside
the
road
.
It
was
the
color
of
dirt
,
with
white
forepaws
.
He
walked
over
to
it
.
It
did
not
run
away
.
"
Hey
,
cat
,
"
said
Shadow
,
unselfconsciously
.
The
cat
put
its
head
on
one
side
,
looked
up
at
him
with
emerald
eyes
.
Then
it
hissed
—
not
at
him
,
but
at
something
over
on
the
side
of
the
road
,
something
he
could
not
see
.
"
Easy
,
"
said
Shadow
.
The
cat
stalked
away
across
the
road
,
and
vanished
into
a
field
of
old
unharvested
corn
.
Around
the
next
bend
in
the
road
Shadow
came
upon
a
tiny
graveyard
.
The
headstones
were
weathered
,
although
several
of
them
had
sprays
of
fresh
flowers
resting
against
them
.
There
was
no
wall
about
the
graveyard
,
and
no
fence
,
only
low
mulberry
trees
,
planted
at
the
margins
,
bent
over
with
ice
and
age
.
Shadow
stepped
over
the
piled
-
up
ice
and
slush
at
the
side
of
the
road
.
There
were
two
stone
gateposts
marking
the
entry
to
the
graveyard
,
although
there
was
no
gate
between
them
.
He
walked
into
the
graveyard
between
the
two
posts
.
He
wandered
around
the
graveyard
,
looking
at
the
headstones
.
There
were
no
inscriptions
later
than
1969
.
He
brushed
the
snow
from
a
solid
-
looking
granite
angel
,
and
he
leaned
against
it
.
He
took
the
paper
bag
from
his
pocket
,
and
removed
the
pasty
from
it
.
He
broke
off
the
top
:
it
breathed
a
faint
wisp
of
steam
into
the
wintry
air
.
It
smelled
really
good
,
too
.
He
bit
into
it
.
Something
rustled
behind
him
.
He
thought
for
a
moment
it
was
the
cat
,
but
then
he
smelled
perfume
,
and
under
the
perfume
,
the
scent
of
something
rotten
.
"
Please
don
’
t
look
at
me
,
"
she
said
,
from
behind
him
.
