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"
I
thought
this
was
the
world
of
the
dead
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
No
.
Not
per
se
.
It
’
s
more
of
a
preliminary
.
"
The
boat
slipped
and
slid
across
the
mirror
-
surface
of
the
underground
pool
.
The
bird
-
head
of
the
creature
at
the
prow
stared
ahead
.
And
then
Mr
.
Ibis
said
,
without
moving
its
beak
,
"
You
people
talk
about
the
living
and
the
dead
as
if
they
were
two
mutually
exclusive
categories
.
As
if
you
cannot
have
a
river
that
is
also
a
road
,
or
a
song
that
is
also
a
color
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Can
you
?
"
The
echoes
whispered
his
words
back
at
him
from
across
the
pool
.
"
What
you
have
to
remember
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ibis
,
testily
,
"
is
that
life
and
death
are
different
sides
of
the
same
coin
.
Like
the
heads
and
tails
of
a
quarter
.
"
"
And
if
I
had
a
double
-
headed
quarter
?
"
"
You
don
’
t
.
They
only
belong
to
fools
,
and
gods
.
"
Shadow
had
a
frisson
,
then
,
as
they
crossed
the
dark
water
.
He
imagined
he
could
see
the
faces
of
children
staring
up
at
him
reproachfully
from
beneath
the
water
’
s
glassy
surface
:
their
faces
were
waterlogged
and
softened
,
their
blind
eyes
clouded
.
There
was
no
wind
in
that
underground
cavern
to
disturb
the
black
surface
of
the
lake
.
"
So
I
’
m
dead
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
was
getting
used
to
the
idea
.
"
Or
I
’
m
going
to
be
dead
.
"
