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She
closed
her
hand
,
and
the
light
was
gone
.
"
It
was
,
"
she
said
.
She
extended
her
hand
,
and
pointed
to
the
right
-
hand
path
.
"
That
way
,
"
she
said
.
"
For
now
.
"
Nameless
,
Shadow
walked
down
the
right
-
hand
path
in
the
moonlight
.
When
he
turned
around
to
thank
her
,
he
saw
nothing
but
darkness
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
deep
under
the
ground
,
but
when
he
looked
up
into
the
darkness
above
him
he
still
saw
the
tiny
moon
.
He
turned
a
corner
.
If
this
was
the
afterlife
,
he
thought
,
it
was
a
lot
like
the
House
on
the
Rock
:
part
diorama
,
part
nightmare
.
He
was
looking
at
himself
in
prison
blues
,
in
the
warden
’
s
office
,
as
the
warden
told
him
that
Laura
had
died
in
a
car
crash
.
He
saw
the
expression
on
his
own
face
—
he
looked
like
a
man
who
had
been
abandoned
by
the
world
.
It
hurt
him
to
see
it
,
the
nakedness
and
the
fear
.
He
hurried
on
,
pushed
through
the
warden
’
s
gray
office
,
and
found
himself
looking
at
the
VCR
repair
store
on
the
outskirts
of
Eagle
Point
.
Three
years
ago
.
Yes
.
Inside
the
store
,
he
knew
,
he
was
beating
the
living
crap
out
of
Larry
Powers
and
B
.
J
.
West
,
bruising
his
knuckles
in
the
process
:
pretty
soon
he
would
walk
out
of
there
,
carrying
a
brown
supermarket
bag
filled
with
twenty
-
dollar
bills
.
The
money
they
could
never
prove
he
had
taken
:
his
share
of
the
proceeds
,
and
a
little
more
,
for
they
shouldn
’
t
have
tried
to
rip
him
and
Laura
off
like
that
.
He
was
only
the
driver
,
but
he
had
done
his
part
,
done
everything
that
she
had
asked
of
him
…
At
the
trial
,
nobody
mentioned
the
bank
robbery
,
although
he
was
certain
everybody
wanted
to
.
They
couldn
’
t
prove
a
thing
,
as
long
as
nobody
was
talking
.
And
nobody
was
.
The
prosecutor
was
forced
instead
to
stick
to
the
bodily
damage
that
Shadow
had
inflicted
on
Powers
and
West
.
He
showed
photographs
of
the
two
men
on
their
arrival
in
the
local
hospital
.
Shadow
barely
defended
himself
in
court
;
it
was
easier
that
way
.
Neither
Powers
nor
West
seemed
able
to
remember
what
the
fight
had
been
about
,
but
they
each
admitted
that
Shadow
had
been
their
assailant
.
Nobody
talked
about
the
money
.
Nobody
even
mentioned
Laura
,
and
that
was
all
that
Shadow
had
wanted
.
Shadow
wondered
whether
the
path
of
comforting
lies
would
have
been
a
better
one
to
walk
.
He
walked
away
from
that
place
,
and
followed
the
rock
path
down
into
what
looked
like
a
hospital
room
,
a
public
hospital
in
Chicago
,
and
he
felt
the
bile
rise
in
his
throat
.
He
stopped
.
He
did
not
want
to
look
.
He
did
not
want
to
keep
walking
.
