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Shadow
climbed
to
his
feet
.
The
parking
lot
was
three
-
quarters
empty
.
Shadow
started
toward
the
entrance
.
He
passed
a
brown
Ford
Explorer
,
parked
against
a
rock
wall
.
There
was
something
deeply
familiar
about
the
car
,
and
he
glanced
up
at
it
curiously
,
noticing
the
man
inside
the
car
,
slumped
over
the
steering
wheel
as
if
asleep
.
Shadow
pulled
open
the
driver
’
s
door
.
He
had
last
seen
Mr
.
Town
standing
outside
the
motel
in
the
center
of
America
.
The
expression
on
his
face
was
one
of
surprise
.
His
neck
had
been
expertly
broken
.
Shadow
touched
the
man
’
s
face
.
Still
warm
.
Shadow
could
smell
a
scent
on
the
air
in
the
car
;
it
was
faint
,
like
the
perfume
of
someone
who
left
a
room
years
before
,
but
Shadow
would
have
known
it
anywhere
.
He
slammed
the
door
of
the
Explorer
and
made
his
way
across
the
parking
lot
.
As
he
walked
he
felt
a
twinge
in
his
side
,
a
sharp
,
jabbing
pain
that
must
have
only
existed
in
his
head
,
as
it
lasted
for
only
a
second
,
or
less
,
and
then
it
was
gone
.
There
was
nobody
in
the
gift
shop
,
nobody
selling
tickets
.
He
walked
through
the
building
and
out
into
the
gardens
of
Rock
City
.
Thunder
rumbled
,
and
it
rattled
the
branches
of
the
trees
and
shook
deep
inside
the
huge
rocks
,
and
the
rain
fell
with
cold
violence
.
It
was
late
afternoon
,
but
it
was
dark
as
night
.
A
trail
of
lightning
speared
across
the
clouds
,
and
Shadow
wondered
if
that
was
the
thunderbird
returning
to
its
high
crags
,
or
just
an
atmospheric
discharge
,
or
whether
the
two
ideas
were
,
on
some
level
,
the
same
thing
.
