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A
voice
from
behind
him
,
in
the
shadows
,
said
,
very
quietly
,
"
You
have
never
disappointed
me
.
"
Shadow
did
not
turn
.
"
That
’
s
weird
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
disappointed
myself
all
the
way
.
Every
time
.
"
"
Not
at
all
,
"
chuckled
the
voice
.
"
You
did
everything
you
were
meant
to
do
,
and
more
.
You
took
everybody
’
s
attention
,
so
they
never
looked
at
the
hand
with
the
coin
in
it
.
It
’
s
called
misdirection
.
And
there
’
s
power
in
the
sacrifice
of
a
son
—
power
enough
,
and
more
than
enough
,
to
get
the
whole
ball
rolling
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
I
’
m
proud
of
you
.
"
"
It
was
crooked
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
All
of
it
.
None
of
it
was
for
real
.
It
was
just
a
set
-
up
for
a
massacre
.
"
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Wednesday
’
s
voice
from
the
shadows
.
"
It
was
crooked
.
But
it
was
the
only
game
in
town
.
"
"
I
want
Laura
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
want
Loki
.
Where
are
they
?
"
There
was
only
silence
.
A
spray
of
rain
gusted
at
him
.
Thunder
rumbled
somewhere
close
at
hand
.
He
walked
further
in
.
Loki
Lie
-
Smith
sat
on
the
ground
with
his
back
to
a
metal
cage
.
Inside
the
cage
,
drunken
pixies
tended
their
still
.
He
was
covered
with
a
blanket
.
Only
his
face
showed
,
and
his
hands
,
white
and
long
,
came
around
the
blanket
.
An
electric
lantern
sat
on
a
chair
beside
him
.
The
lantern
’
s
batteries
were
close
to
failing
,
and
the
light
it
cast
was
faint
and
yellow
.
