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The
madman
nodded
.
"
You
are
the
shadow
.
I
am
the
light
,
"
he
said
.
"
Everything
that
is
,
casts
a
shadow
.
"
Then
he
said
,
"
They
will
fight
soon
.
I
was
watching
them
as
they
started
to
arrive
.
I
was
high
in
the
sky
,
and
none
of
them
saw
me
,
although
some
of
them
have
keen
eyes
.
"
And
then
the
madman
said
,
"
You
are
dying
.
Aren
’
t
you
?
"
But
Shadow
could
no
longer
speak
.
Everything
was
very
far
away
.
A
hawk
took
wing
,
and
circled
slowly
upward
,
riding
the
updrafts
into
the
morning
.
Moonlight
.
A
cough
shook
Shadow
’
s
frame
,
a
racking
painful
cough
that
stabbed
his
chest
and
his
throat
.
He
gagged
for
breath
.
"
Hey
,
puppy
,
"
called
a
voice
that
he
knew
.
He
looked
down
.
The
moonlight
burned
whitely
through
the
branches
of
the
tree
,
bright
as
day
,
and
there
was
a
woman
standing
in
the
moonlight
on
the
ground
below
him
,
her
face
a
pale
oval
.
The
wind
rattled
in
the
branches
of
the
tree
.
"
Hi
,
puppy
,
"
she
said
.
