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Another
murmur
,
this
time
one
of
deep
agreement
.
She
had
said
it
for
all
of
them
.
Now
was
the
time
.
"
The
first
head
is
mine
,
"
said
a
very
tall
Chinese
man
,
with
a
rope
of
tiny
skulls
around
his
neck
.
He
began
to
walk
,
slowly
and
intently
,
up
the
mountain
,
shouldering
a
staff
with
a
curved
blade
at
the
end
of
it
,
like
a
silver
moon
.
Even
Nothing
cannot
last
forever
.
He
might
have
been
there
,
been
Nowhere
,
for
ten
minutes
or
for
ten
thousand
years
.
It
made
no
difference
.
Time
was
an
idea
for
which
he
no
longer
had
any
need
.
He
could
no
longer
remember
his
real
name
.
He
felt
empty
and
cleansed
,
in
that
place
that
was
not
a
place
.
He
was
without
form
,
and
void
.
He
was
nothing
.
And
into
that
nothing
a
voice
said
,
"
Ho
-
hoka
,
cousin
.
We
got
to
talk
.
"
And
something
that
might
once
have
been
Shadow
said
,
"
Whiskey
Jack
?
"
