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The
sky
was
dark
.
It
was
lit
,
and
the
world
beneath
it
was
illuminated
,
by
a
burning
greenish
-
white
streak
,
brighter
than
the
sun
,
which
forked
crazily
across
the
sky
from
end
to
end
,
like
a
white
rip
in
the
darkened
sky
.
It
was
lightning
,
Shadow
realized
.
Lightning
held
in
one
frozen
moment
that
stretched
into
forever
.
The
light
it
cast
was
harsh
and
unforgiving
:
it
washed
out
faces
,
hollowed
eyes
into
dark
pits
.
This
was
the
moment
of
the
storm
.
The
paradigms
were
shifting
.
He
could
feel
it
.
The
old
world
,
a
world
of
infinite
vastness
and
illimitable
resources
and
future
,
was
being
confronted
by
something
else
—
a
web
of
energy
,
of
opinions
,
of
gulfs
.
People
believe
,
thought
Shadow
.
It
’
s
what
people
do
.
They
believe
.
And
then
they
will
not
take
responsibility
for
their
beliefs
;
they
conjure
things
,
and
do
not
trust
the
conjurations
.
People
populate
the
darkness
;
with
ghosts
,
with
gods
,
with
electrons
,
with
tales
.
People
imagine
,
and
people
believe
:
and
it
is
that
belief
,
that
rock
-
solid
belief
,
that
makes
things
happen
.
The
mountaintop
was
an
arena
;
he
saw
that
immediately
.
And
on
each
side
of
the
arena
he
could
see
them
arrayed
.
They
were
too
big
.
Everything
was
too
big
in
that
place
.
There
were
old
gods
in
that
place
:
gods
with
skins
the
brown
of
old
mushrooms
,
the
pink
of
chicken
-
flesh
,
the
yellow
of
autumn
leaves
.
Some
were
crazy
and
some
were
sane
.
Shadow
recognized
the
old
gods
.
He
’
d
met
them
already
,
or
he
’
d
met
others
like
them
.
There
were
ifrits
and
piskies
,
giants
and
dwarfs
.
He
saw
the
woman
he
had
met
in
the
darkened
bedroom
in
Rhode
Island
,
saw
the
writhing
green
snake
-
coils
of
her
hair
.
He
saw
Mama
-
ji
,
from
the
Carousel
,
and
there
was
blood
on
her
hands
and
a
smile
on
her
face
.
He
knew
them
all
.
He
recognized
the
new
ones
,
too
.
There
was
somebody
who
had
to
be
a
railroad
baron
,
in
an
antique
suit
,
his
watch
-
chain
stretched
across
his
vest
.
He
had
the
air
of
one
who
had
seen
better
days
.
His
forehead
twitched
.
