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He
reached
the
place
where
the
path
divided
.
He
looked
at
the
first
path
with
a
feeling
of
recognition
.
It
opened
into
a
vast
chamber
,
or
a
set
of
chambers
,
like
a
dark
museum
.
He
knew
it
already
.
He
had
been
there
once
,
although
for
several
moments
he
was
unable
to
remember
where
or
when
.
He
could
hear
the
long
echoes
of
tiny
noises
.
He
could
hear
the
noise
that
the
dust
makes
as
it
settles
.
It
was
the
place
that
he
had
dreamed
of
,
that
first
night
that
Laura
had
come
to
him
,
in
the
motel
,
so
long
ago
;
the
endless
memorial
hall
to
the
gods
that
were
forgotten
,
and
the
ones
whose
very
existence
had
been
lost
.
He
took
a
step
backward
.
He
walked
to
the
path
on
the
far
side
,
and
looked
ahead
.
There
was
a
Disneyland
quality
to
the
corridor
:
black
Plexiglas
walls
with
lights
set
in
them
.
The
colored
lights
blinked
and
flashed
in
the
illusion
of
order
,
for
no
particular
reason
,
like
the
console
lights
on
a
television
starship
.
He
could
hear
something
there
as
well
:
a
deep
vibrating
bass
drone
which
Shadow
could
feel
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
.
He
stopped
and
looked
around
.
Neither
way
seemed
right
.
Not
any
longer
.
He
was
done
with
paths
.
The
middle
way
,
the
way
the
cat
-
woman
had
told
him
to
walk
,
that
was
his
way
.
He
moved
toward
it
.
The
moon
above
him
was
beginning
to
fade
:
the
edge
of
it
was
pinking
and
going
into
eclipse
.
The
path
was
framed
by
a
huge
doorway
.
There
were
no
deals
to
make
any
more
,
no
more
bargains
.
There
was
nothing
to
do
but
enter
.
So
Shadow
walked
through
the
doorway
,
in
darkness
.
The
air
was
warm
,
and
it
smelled
of
wet
dust
,
like
a
city
street
after
the
summer
’
s
first
rain
.
