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Her
face
was
silvered
by
the
moonlight
(
but
no
moon
hung
in
that
plum
-
black
sky
,
and
now
,
at
the
foot
of
the
steps
,
even
the
single
star
was
lost
to
view
)
and
she
looked
both
solemn
and
vulnerable
.
She
said
,
"
All
your
questions
can
be
answered
,
if
that
is
what
you
want
.
But
once
you
learn
your
answers
,
you
can
never
unlearn
them
.
You
have
to
understand
that
.
"
"
I
got
it
,
"
he
said
.
Beyond
her
,
the
path
forked
.
He
would
have
to
decide
which
path
to
take
,
he
knew
that
.
But
there
was
one
thing
he
had
to
do
first
.
He
reached
into
the
pocket
of
his
jeans
and
was
relieved
when
he
felt
the
familiar
weight
of
the
coin
at
the
bottom
of
the
pocket
.
He
eased
it
out
,
held
it
between
finger
and
thumb
:
a
1922
Liberty
dollar
.
"
This
is
yours
,
"
he
said
.
He
remembered
then
that
his
clothes
were
really
at
the
foot
of
the
tree
.
The
women
had
placed
his
clothes
in
the
canvas
sack
from
which
they
had
taken
the
ropes
,
and
tied
the
end
of
the
sack
,
and
the
biggest
of
the
women
had
placed
a
heavy
rock
on
it
to
stop
it
from
blowing
away
.
And
so
he
knew
that
,
in
reality
,
the
Liberty
dollar
was
in
a
pocket
in
that
sack
,
beneath
the
rock
.
But
still
,
it
was
heavy
in
his
hand
,
at
the
entrance
to
the
underworld
.
She
took
it
from
his
palm
with
her
slim
fingers
.
"
Thank
you
.
It
bought
you
your
liberty
twice
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
now
it
will
light
your
way
into
dark
places
.
"
She
closed
her
hand
around
the
dollar
,
then
she
reached
up
and
placed
it
in
the
air
,
as
high
as
she
could
reach
.
She
let
go
of
it
.
Shadow
knew
,
then
,
that
this
was
another
dream
,
for
instead
of
falling
,
the
coin
floated
upward
until
it
was
a
foot
or
so
above
Shadow
’
s
head
.
It
was
no
longer
a
silver
coin
,
though
.
Lady
Liberty
and
her
crown
of
spikes
were
gone
.
The
face
he
saw
on
the
coin
was
the
indeterminate
face
of
the
moon
in
the
summer
sky
,
the
face
that
was
only
visible
until
you
stared
at
it
,
whereupon
it
would
become
dark
seas
and
shapes
on
the
moon
’
s
cratered
surface
,
the
pattern
and
the
face
replaced
by
shadows
of
pure
randomness
and
chance
.
Shadow
could
not
decide
whether
he
was
looking
at
a
moon
the
size
of
a
dollar
,
a
foot
above
his
head
;
or
whether
he
was
looking
at
a
moon
the
size
of
the
Pacific
Ocean
,
many
thousands
of
miles
away
.
Nor
whether
there
was
any
difference
between
the
two
ideas
.
Perhaps
it
was
all
a
matter
of
perspective
.
Perhaps
it
was
all
a
matter
of
point
of
view
.
He
looked
at
the
forking
path
ahead
of
him
.
