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Mr
.
Nancy
unlocked
the
hurricane
shutters
,
and
pulled
open
the
windows
.
The
house
smelled
musty
and
damp
,
and
a
little
sweet
,
as
if
it
were
haunted
by
the
ghosts
of
long
-
dead
cookies
.
Shadow
agreed
,
reluctantly
,
to
stay
the
night
there
,
just
as
he
agreed
,
even
more
reluctantly
,
to
walk
with
Mr
.
Nancy
to
the
bar
at
the
end
of
the
road
,
for
just
one
late
-
night
drink
while
the
house
aired
out
.
"
Did
you
see
Czernobog
?
"
asked
Nancy
,
as
they
strolled
through
the
muggy
Floridian
night
.
The
air
was
alive
with
whirring
palmetto
bugs
and
the
ground
crawled
with
creatures
that
scuttled
and
clicked
.
Mr
.
Nancy
lit
a
cigarillo
,
and
coughed
and
choked
on
it
.
Still
,
he
kept
right
on
smoking
.
"
He
was
gone
when
I
came
out
of
the
cave
.
"
"
He
will
have
headed
home
.
He
’
ll
be
waitin
’
for
you
there
,
you
know
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
They
walked
in
silence
to
the
end
of
the
road
.
It
wasn
’
t
much
of
a
bar
,
but
it
was
open
.
"
I
’
ll
buy
the
first
beers
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
.
"
We
’
re
only
having
one
beer
,
remember
,
"
said
Shadow
.
