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He
walked
on
.
At
a
bend
in
the
path
he
stopped
for
a
moment
,
to
catch
his
breath
.
He
felt
a
hand
run
gently
up
his
back
,
and
gentle
fingers
ruffle
the
hair
on
the
back
of
his
head
.
"
Hello
,
hon
,
"
whispered
a
smoky
female
voice
,
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
,
turning
to
face
her
.
She
had
brown
hair
and
brown
skin
and
her
eyes
were
the
deep
golden
-
amber
of
good
honey
.
Her
pupils
were
vertical
slits
.
"
Do
I
know
you
?
"
he
asked
,
puzzled
.
"
Intimately
,
"
she
said
,
and
she
smiled
.
"
I
used
to
sleep
on
your
bed
.
And
my
people
have
been
keeping
their
eyes
on
you
,
for
me
.
"
She
turned
to
the
path
ahead
of
him
,
pointed
to
the
three
ways
he
could
go
.
"
Okay
,
"
she
said
.
"
One
way
will
make
you
wise
.
One
way
will
make
you
whole
.
And
one
way
will
kill
you
.
"
"
I
’
m
already
dead
,
I
think
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
died
on
the
tree
.
"
She
made
a
moue
.
"
There
’
s
dead
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
there
’
s
dead
,
and
there
’
s
dead
.
It
’
s
a
relative
thing
.
"
Then
she
smiled
again
.
"
I
could
make
a
joke
about
that
,
you
know
.
Something
about
dead
relatives
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
It
’
s
okay
.
"
"
So
,
"
she
said
.
"
Which
way
do
you
want
to
go
?
"
