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He
was
a
shape
made
of
darkness
,
who
became
more
real
the
more
Shadow
looked
away
from
him
,
allowed
him
to
take
shape
in
his
peripheral
vision
.
"
I
feed
on
death
that
is
dedicated
to
me
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
"
Like
my
death
on
the
tree
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
That
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
"
was
special
.
"
"
And
do
you
also
feed
on
death
?
"
asked
Shadow
,
looking
at
Loki
.
Loki
shook
his
head
,
wearily
.
"
No
,
of
course
not
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
feed
on
chaos
.
"
Loki
smiled
at
that
,
a
brief
pained
smile
,
and
orange
flames
danced
in
his
eyes
,
and
flickered
like
burning
lace
beneath
his
pale
skin
.
"
We
couldn
’
t
have
done
it
without
you
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
from
the
corner
of
Shadow
’
s
eye
.
"
I
’
d
been
with
so
many
women
…
"
"
You
needed
a
son
,
"
said
Shadow
.
