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Wednesday
’
s
ghost
-
voice
echoed
.
"
I
needed
you
,
my
boy
.
Yes
.
My
own
boy
.
I
knew
that
you
had
been
conceived
,
but
your
mother
left
the
country
.
It
took
us
so
long
to
find
you
.
And
when
we
did
find
you
,
you
were
in
prison
.
We
needed
to
find
out
what
made
you
tick
.
What
buttons
we
could
press
to
make
you
move
.
Who
you
were
.
"
Loki
looked
,
momentarily
,
pleased
with
himself
.
Shadow
wanted
to
hit
him
.
"
And
you
had
a
wife
to
go
back
home
to
.
It
was
unfortunate
.
Not
insurmountable
.
"
"
She
was
no
good
for
you
,
"
whispered
Loki
.
"
You
were
better
off
without
her
.
"
"
If
it
could
have
been
any
other
way
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
and
this
time
Shadow
knew
what
he
meant
.
"
And
if
she
’
d
had
—
the
grace
—
to
stay
dead
,
"
panted
Loki
.
"
Wood
and
Stone
—
were
good
men
.
You
were
going
—
to
be
allowed
to
escape
—
when
the
train
crossed
the
Dakotas
…
"
"
Where
is
she
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
Loki
reached
a
pale
arm
,
and
pointed
to
the
back
of
the
cavern
.
"
She
went
that
-
a
-
way
,
"
he
said
.
Then
,
without
warning
,
he
tipped
forward
,
his
body
collapsing
onto
the
rock
floor
.
Shadow
saw
what
the
blanket
had
hidden
from
him
;
the
pool
of
blood
,
the
hole
through
Loki
’
s
back
,
the
fawn
raincoat
soaked
black
with
blood
.
"
What
happened
?
"
he
said
.
Loki
said
nothing
.
