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Shadow
got
out
of
the
bus
,
and
opened
the
gate
.
The
bus
drove
through
,
jolting
through
the
meadowland
.
Shadow
closed
the
gate
.
He
walked
a
little
behind
the
bus
,
stretching
his
legs
,
jogging
when
the
bus
got
too
far
in
front
of
him
.
Enjoying
the
sensation
of
moving
his
body
.
He
had
lost
all
sense
of
time
on
the
drive
from
Kansas
.
Had
they
been
driving
for
two
days
?
Three
days
?
He
did
not
know
.
The
body
in
the
back
of
the
bus
did
not
seem
to
be
rotting
.
He
could
smell
it
—
a
faint
odor
of
Jack
Daniel
’
s
,
overlaid
with
something
that
might
have
been
sour
honey
.
But
the
smell
was
not
unpleasant
.
From
time
to
time
he
would
take
out
the
glass
eye
from
his
pocket
and
look
at
it
:
it
was
shattered
deep
inside
,
fractured
from
what
he
imagined
was
the
impact
of
a
bullet
,
but
apart
from
a
chip
to
one
side
of
the
iris
the
surface
was
unmarred
.
Shadow
would
run
it
through
his
hands
,
palming
it
,
rolling
it
,
pushing
it
along
with
his
fingers
.
It
was
a
ghastly
souvenir
,
but
oddly
comforting
:
and
he
suspected
that
it
would
have
amused
Wednesday
to
know
that
his
eye
had
wound
up
in
Shadow
’
s
pocket
.
The
farmhouse
was
dark
and
shut
up
.
The
meadows
were
overgrown
and
seemed
abandoned
.
The
building
’
s
roof
was
crumbling
at
the
back
;
it
was
covered
in
black
plastic
sheeting
.
They
jolted
over
a
ridge
and
Shadow
saw
the
tree
.
It
was
silver
-
gray
and
it
was
higher
than
the
farmhouse
.
It
was
the
most
beautiful
tree
Shadow
had
ever
seen
:
spectral
and
yet
utterly
real
and
almost
perfectly
symmetrical
.
It
also
looked
instantly
familiar
:
he
wondered
if
he
had
dreamed
it
,
then
realized
that
no
,
he
had
seen
it
before
,
or
a
representation
of
it
,
many
times
.
It
was
Wednesday
’
s
silver
tiepin
.
The
VW
bus
jolted
and
bumped
across
the
meadow
,
and
came
to
a
stop
about
twenty
feet
from
the
trunk
of
the
tree
.
There
were
three
women
standing
by
the
tree
.
At
first
glance
Shadow
thought
that
they
were
the
Zorya
,
but
he
realized
in
moments
that
he
was
mistaken
.
They
were
three
women
he
did
not
know
.
They
looked
tired
and
bored
,
as
if
they
had
been
standing
there
for
a
long
time
.
Each
of
them
held
a
wooden
ladder
.
The
biggest
one
of
them
also
carried
a
brown
sack
.
They
looked
like
a
set
of
Russian
dolls
:
a
tall
one
—
she
was
Shadow
’
s
height
,
or
even
taller
—
a
middle
-
sized
one
,
and
a
woman
so
short
and
hunched
that
at
first
glance
Shadow
wrongly
supposed
her
to
be
a
child
.
Still
,
they
looked
so
much
alike
—
something
in
the
forehead
,
or
the
eyes
,
or
the
set
of
the
chin
—
that
Shadow
was
certain
that
the
women
must
be
sisters
.
The
smallest
of
the
women
dropped
to
a
curtsy
when
the
bus
drew
up
.
The
other
two
just
stared
.
They
were
sharing
a
cigarette
,
and
they
smoked
it
down
to
the
filter
before
one
of
them
stubbed
it
out
against
a
root
.
