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It
was
almost
impossible
to
breathe
.
His
chest
felt
heavy
,
and
his
head
was
swaying
.
"
Stay
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
breath
that
was
almost
a
whisper
,
unsure
whether
or
not
she
could
hear
him
.
"
Please
don
’
t
go
.
"
He
started
to
cough
.
"
Stay
the
night
.
"
"
I
’
ll
stop
a
while
,
"
she
said
.
And
then
,
like
a
mother
to
a
child
she
said
,
"
Nothing
’
s
gonna
hurt
you
when
I
’
m
here
.
You
know
that
?
"
Shadow
coughed
once
more
.
He
closed
his
eyes
—
only
for
a
moment
,
he
thought
,
but
when
he
opened
them
again
the
moon
had
set
and
he
was
alone
.
A
crashing
and
a
pounding
in
his
head
,
beyond
the
pain
of
migraine
,
beyond
all
pain
.
Everything
dissolved
into
tiny
butterflies
which
circled
him
like
a
multicolored
dust
storm
and
then
evaporated
into
the
night
.
The
white
sheet
wrapped
about
the
body
at
the
base
of
the
tree
flapped
noisily
in
the
morning
wind
.
The
pounding
eased
.
Everything
slowed
.
There
was
nothing
left
to
make
him
keep
breathing
.
His
heart
ceased
to
beat
in
his
chest
.
The
darkness
that
he
entered
this
time
was
deep
,
and
lit
by
a
single
star
,
and
it
was
final
.
I
know
it
’
s
crooked
.
But
it
’
s
the
only
game
in
town
.
—
CANADA
BILL
JONES
