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Shadow
did
not
think
he
would
be
saying
anything
any
more
.
"
Your
wife
happened
to
him
,
m
’
boy
,
"
said
Wednesday
’
s
distant
voice
.
He
had
become
harder
to
see
,
as
if
he
was
fading
back
into
the
ether
.
"
But
the
battle
will
bring
him
back
.
As
the
battle
will
bring
me
back
for
good
.
I
’
m
a
ghost
,
and
he
’
s
a
corpse
,
but
we
’
ve
still
won
.
The
game
was
rigged
.
"
"
Rigged
games
,
"
said
Shadow
,
remembering
,
"
are
the
easiest
to
beat
.
"
There
was
no
answer
.
Nothing
moved
in
the
shadows
.
Shadow
said
,
"
Goodbye
,
"
and
then
he
said
,
"
Father
.
"
But
by
then
there
was
no
trace
of
anybody
else
in
the
cavern
.
Nobody
at
all
.
Shadow
walked
back
up
to
the
Seven
States
Flag
Court
,
but
saw
nobody
,
and
heard
nothing
but
the
crack
and
whip
of
the
flags
in
the
storm
-
wind
.
There
were
no
people
with
swords
at
the
Thousand
-
Ton
Balanced
Rock
,
no
defenders
of
the
Swing
-
A
-
Long
Bridge
.
He
was
alone
.
There
was
nothing
to
see
.
The
place
was
deserted
.
It
was
an
empty
battlefield
.
No
.
Not
deserted
.
Not
exactly
.
He
was
just
in
the
wrong
place
.
This
was
Rock
City
.
It
had
been
a
place
of
awe
and
worship
for
thousands
of
years
;
today
the
millions
of
tourists
who
walked
through
the
gardens
and
swung
their
way
across
the
Swing
-
A
-
Long
Bridge
had
the
same
effect
as
water
turning
a
million
prayer
wheels
.
Reality
was
thin
here
.
And
Shadow
knew
where
the
battle
must
be
taking
place
.
