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"
I
loved
you
so
much
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
could
feel
her
lips
on
his
,
and
they
were
warm
and
wet
and
living
,
not
cold
and
dead
,
so
he
knew
that
this
was
another
hallucination
.
"
You
aren
’
t
here
,
are
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
you
are
calling
me
,
for
the
last
time
.
And
I
am
coming
.
"
Breathing
was
harder
now
.
The
ropes
cutting
his
flesh
were
an
abstract
concept
,
like
free
will
or
eternity
.
"
Sleep
,
puppy
,
"
she
said
,
although
he
thought
it
might
have
been
his
own
voice
he
heard
,
and
he
slept
.
The
sun
was
a
pewter
coin
in
a
leaden
sky
.
Shadow
was
,
he
realized
slowly
,
awake
,
and
he
was
cold
.
But
the
part
of
him
that
understood
that
seemed
very
far
away
from
the
rest
of
him
.
Somewhere
in
the
distance
he
was
aware
that
his
mouth
and
throat
were
burning
,
painful
and
cracked
.
Sometimes
,
in
the
daylight
,
he
would
see
stars
fall
;
other
times
he
saw
huge
birds
,
the
size
of
delivery
trucks
,
flying
toward
him
.
Nothing
reached
him
;
nothing
touched
him
.
"
Ratatosk
.
Ratatosk
.
"
The
chattering
had
become
a
scolding
.
The
squirrel
landed
,
heavily
,
with
sharp
claws
,
on
his
shoulder
and
stared
into
his
face
.
He
wondered
if
he
were
hallucinating
:
the
animal
was
holding
a
walnut
-
shell
,
like
a
doll
’
s
-
house
cup
,
in
its
front
paws
.
The
animal
pressed
the
shell
to
Shadow
’
s
lips
.
Shadow
felt
the
water
,
and
,
involuntarily
,
he
sucked
it
into
his
mouth
,
drinking
from
the
tiny
cup
.
He
ran
the
water
around
his
cracked
lips
,
his
dry
tongue
.
He
wet
his
mouth
with
it
,
and
swallowed
what
was
left
,
which
was
not
much
.
The
squirrel
leapt
back
to
the
tree
,
and
ran
down
it
,
towards
the
roots
,
and
then
,
in
seconds
,
or
minutes
,
or
hours
,
Shadow
could
not
tell
which
(
all
the
clocks
in
his
mind
were
broken
,
he
thought
,
and
their
gears
and
cogs
and
springs
were
simply
a
jumble
down
there
in
the
writhing
grass
)
,
the
squirrel
returned
with
its
walnut
-
shell
cup
,
climbing
carefully
,
and
Shadow
drank
the
water
it
brought
to
him
.
