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A
strange
joy
rose
within
Shadow
then
,
and
he
started
laughing
,
as
the
rain
washed
his
naked
skin
and
the
lightning
flashed
and
thunder
rumbled
so
loudly
that
he
could
barely
hear
himself
.
He
laughed
and
exulted
.
He
was
alive
.
He
had
never
felt
like
this
.
Ever
.
If
he
did
die
,
he
thought
,
if
he
died
right
now
,
here
on
the
tree
,
it
would
be
worth
it
to
have
had
this
one
,
perfect
,
mad
moment
.
"
Hey
!
"
he
shouted
,
at
the
storm
.
"
Hey
!
It
’
s
me
!
I
’
m
here
!
"
He
trapped
some
water
between
his
bare
shoulder
and
the
trunk
of
the
tree
,
and
he
twisted
his
head
over
and
drank
the
trapped
rainwater
,
sucking
and
slurping
at
it
,
and
he
drank
more
and
he
laughed
,
laughed
with
joy
and
delight
,
not
madness
,
until
he
could
laugh
no
more
,
until
he
hung
there
,
too
exhausted
to
move
.
At
the
foot
of
the
tree
,
on
the
ground
,
the
rain
had
made
the
sheet
partly
transparent
,
and
had
lifted
it
and
pushed
it
forward
so
that
Shadow
could
see
Wednesday
’
s
dead
hand
,
waxy
and
pale
,
and
the
shape
of
his
head
,
and
he
thought
of
the
shroud
of
Turin
and
he
remembered
the
open
girl
on
Jacquel
’
s
slab
in
Cairo
,
and
then
,
as
if
to
spite
the
cold
,
he
observed
that
he
was
feeling
warm
and
comfortable
,
and
the
bark
of
the
tree
felt
soft
,
and
he
slept
once
more
,
and
if
he
dreamed
any
dreams
in
the
darkness
this
time
he
could
not
remember
them
.
By
the
following
morning
the
pain
was
omnipresent
.
It
was
no
longer
local
,
not
confined
to
the
places
where
the
ropes
cut
into
his
flesh
,
or
where
the
bark
scraped
his
skin
.
Now
the
pain
was
everywhere
.
And
he
was
hungry
,
with
empty
pangs
down
in
the
pit
of
him
.
His
head
was
pounding
.
Sometimes
he
imagined
that
he
had
stopped
breathing
,
that
his
heart
had
ceased
to
beat
.
Then
he
would
hold
his
breath
until
he
could
hear
his
heart
pounding
an
ocean
in
his
ears
and
he
was
forced
to
suck
air
like
a
diver
surfacing
from
the
depths
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
the
tree
reached
from
hell
to
heaven
,
and
that
he
had
been
hanging
there
forever
.
A
brown
hawk
circled
the
tree
,
landed
on
a
broken
branch
near
to
him
,
and
then
took
to
the
wing
,
flying
west
.
