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The
tree
was
large
;
it
seemed
to
exist
on
its
own
sense
of
scale
.
Town
could
not
have
said
if
it
was
fifty
feet
high
or
two
hundred
.
Its
bark
was
the
gray
of
a
fine
silk
scarf
.
There
was
a
naked
man
tied
to
the
trunk
a
little
way
above
the
ground
by
a
webwork
of
ropes
,
and
there
was
something
wrapped
in
a
sheet
at
the
foot
of
the
tree
.
Town
realized
what
it
was
as
he
passed
it
.
He
pushed
at
the
sheet
with
his
foot
.
Wednesday
’
s
ruined
half
-
a
-
face
stared
out
at
him
.
He
would
have
expected
it
to
be
alive
with
maggots
and
flies
,
but
it
was
untouched
by
insects
.
It
didn
’
t
even
smell
bad
.
It
looked
just
as
it
had
when
he
had
taken
it
to
the
motel
.
Town
reached
the
tree
.
He
walked
a
little
way
around
the
thick
trunk
,
away
from
the
sightless
eyes
of
the
farmhouse
,
then
he
unzipped
his
fly
and
pissed
against
the
trunk
of
the
tree
.
He
did
up
his
fly
.
He
walked
back
over
to
the
house
,
found
a
wooden
extension
ladder
,
carried
it
back
to
the
tree
.
He
leaned
it
carefully
against
the
trunk
.
Then
he
climbed
up
it
.
Shadow
hung
,
limply
,
from
the
ropes
that
tied
him
to
the
tree
.
Town
wondered
if
the
man
were
still
alive
:
his
chest
did
not
rise
or
fall
.
Dead
or
almost
dead
,
it
did
not
matter
.
"
Hello
,
asshole
,
"
Town
said
,
aloud
.
Shadow
did
not
move
.
Town
reached
the
top
of
the
ladder
,
and
he
pulled
out
the
knife
.
He
found
a
small
branch
which
seemed
to
meet
Mr
.
World
’
s
specifications
,
and
hacked
at
the
base
of
it
with
the
knife
-
blade
,
cutting
it
half
-
through
,
then
breaking
it
off
with
his
hand
.
It
was
about
thirty
inches
long
.
He
put
the
knife
back
in
its
sheath
.
Then
he
started
to
climb
back
down
the
ladder
.
When
he
was
opposite
Shadow
,
he
paused
.
"
God
,
I
hate
you
,
"
he
said
.
He
wished
he
could
just
have
taken
out
a
gun
and
shot
him
,
and
he
knew
that
he
could
not
.
And
then
he
jabbed
the
stick
in
the
air
toward
the
hanging
man
,
in
a
stabbing
motion
.
It
was
an
instinctive
gesture
,
containing
all
the
frustration
and
rage
inside
Town
.
He
imagined
that
he
was
holding
a
spear
and
twisting
it
into
Shadow
’
s
guts
.
"
Come
on
,
"
he
said
,
aloud
.
"
Time
to
get
moving
.
"
Then
he
thought
,
First
sign
of
madness
.
Talking
to
yourself
.
He
climbed
down
a
few
more
steps
,
then
jumped
the
rest
of
the
way
to
the
ground
.
He
looked
at
the
stick
he
was
holding
,
and
felt
like
a
small
boy
,
holding
his
stick
as
a
sword
or
a
spear
.
I
could
have
cut
a
stick
from
any
tree
,
he
thought
.
It
didn
’
t
have
to
be
this
tree
.
Who
the
fuck
would
have
known
?
And
he
thought
,
Mr
.
World
would
have
known
.
