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"
No
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
don
’
t
.
I
’
ll
take
your
heart
.
We
’
ll
need
it
later
,
"
and
she
reached
her
hand
deep
inside
his
chest
,
and
she
pulled
it
out
with
something
ruby
and
pulsing
held
between
her
sharp
fingernails
.
It
was
the
color
of
pigeon
’
s
blood
,
and
it
was
made
of
pure
light
.
Rhythmically
it
expanded
and
contracted
.
She
closed
her
hand
,
and
it
was
gone
.
"
Take
the
middle
way
,
"
she
said
.
Shadow
hesitated
.
"
Are
you
really
here
?
"
he
asked
.
She
tipped
her
head
on
one
side
,
regarded
him
gravely
,
said
nothing
at
all
.
"
What
are
you
?
"
he
asked
.
"
What
are
you
people
?
"
She
yawned
,
showing
a
perfect
,
dark
-
pink
tongue
.
"
Think
of
us
as
symbols
—
we
’
re
the
dream
that
humanity
creates
to
make
sense
of
the
shadows
on
the
cave
wall
.
Now
go
on
,
keep
moving
.
Your
body
is
already
growing
cold
.
The
fools
are
gathering
on
the
mountain
.
The
clock
is
ticking
.
"
Shadow
nodded
,
and
walked
on
.
The
path
was
becoming
slippery
now
.
There
was
ice
on
the
rock
.
Shadow
stumbled
and
skidded
as
he
walked
down
the
rock
path
,
toward
the
place
where
it
divided
,
scraping
his
knuckles
on
a
jut
of
rock
at
chest
height
.
He
edged
forward
as
slowly
as
he
could
.
The
moon
above
him
glittered
through
the
ice
-
crystals
in
the
air
:
there
was
a
ring
about
the
moon
,
a
moonbow
,
diffusing
the
light
.
It
was
beautiful
,
but
it
made
walking
harder
.
The
path
was
unreliable
.
