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Shadow
turned
.
"
Do
you
want
me
to
tell
you
that
you
were
right
when
you
spit
in
Laura
’
s
face
?
Do
you
want
me
to
say
it
didn
’
t
hurt
?
Or
that
what
you
told
me
made
me
hate
her
more
than
I
miss
her
?
It
’
s
not
going
to
happen
,
Audrey
.
"
She
drove
beside
him
for
another
minute
,
not
saying
anything
.
Then
she
said
,
"
So
,
how
was
prison
,
Shadow
?
"
"
It
was
fine
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
would
have
felt
right
at
home
.
"
She
put
her
foot
down
on
the
gas
then
,
making
the
engine
roar
,
and
drove
on
and
away
.
With
the
headlights
gone
,
the
world
was
dark
.
Twilight
faded
into
night
.
Shadow
kept
expecting
the
act
of
walking
to
warm
him
,
to
spread
warmth
through
his
icy
hands
and
feet
.
It
didn
’
t
happen
.
Back
in
prison
,
Low
Key
Lyesmith
had
once
referred
to
the
little
prison
cemetery
out
behind
the
infirmary
as
the
Bone
Orchard
,
and
the
image
had
taken
root
in
Shadow
’
s
mind
.
That
night
he
had
dreamed
of
an
orchard
under
the
moonlight
,
of
skeletal
white
-
trees
,
their
branches
ending
in
bony
hands
,
their
roots
going
deep
down
into
the
graves
.
There
was
fruit
that
grew
upon
the
trees
in
the
bone
orchard
,
in
his
dream
,
and
there
was
something
very
disturbing
about
the
fruit
in
the
dream
,
but
on
waking
he
could
no
longer
remember
what
strange
fruit
grew
oh
the
trees
,
nor
why
he
found
it
so
repellent
.
Cars
passed
him
.
Shadow
wished
that
there
was
a
sidewalk
.
He
tripped
on
something
that
he
could
not
see
in
the
dark
and
sprawled
into
the
ditch
on
the
side
of
the
road
,
his
right
hand
sinking
into
several
inches
of
cold
mud
.
He
climbed
to
his
feet
and
wiped
his
hands
on
the
leg
of
his
pants
.
He
stood
there
,
awkwardly
.
He
had
only
enough
time
to
observe
that
there
was
someone
beside
him
before
something
wet
was
forced
over
his
nose
and
mouth
,
and
he
tasted
harsh
,
chemical
fumes
.
This
time
the
ditch
seemed
warm
and
comforting
.
Shadow
’
s
temples
felt
as
if
they
had
been
reattached
to
the
rest
of
his
skull
with
roofing
nails
.
His
hands
were
bound
behind
his
back
with
what
felt
like
some
kind
of
straps
.
He
was
in
a
car
,
sitting
on
leather
upholstery
.
For
a
moment
he
wondered
if
there
was
something
wrong
with
his
depth
perception
and
then
he
understood
that
,
no
,
the
other
seat
really
was
that
far
away
.
