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The
layer
of
water
on
the
ice
,
made
up
of
melted
ice
and
melted
snow
,
was
deeper
than
it
had
looked
from
above
,
and
the
ice
beneath
the
water
was
slicker
and
more
slippery
than
any
skating
rink
,
so
that
Shadow
was
forced
to
fight
to
keep
his
footing
.
He
splashed
through
the
water
,
as
it
covered
his
boots
to
the
laces
and
seeped
inside
.
Ice
water
.
It
numbed
where
it
touched
.
He
felt
strangely
distant
as
he
trudged
across
the
frozen
lake
,
as
if
he
were
watching
himself
on
a
movie
screen
—
a
movie
in
which
he
was
the
hero
,
a
detective
,
perhaps
:
there
was
a
feeling
of
inevitability
,
now
,
as
if
everything
that
was
going
to
happen
would
play
itself
out
,
and
there
was
nothing
he
could
have
done
to
change
a
moment
of
it
.
He
walked
toward
the
klunker
,
painfully
aware
that
the
ice
was
too
rotten
for
this
,
and
that
the
water
beneath
the
ice
was
as
cold
as
water
could
be
without
freezing
.
He
felt
very
exposed
,
out
on
the
ice
alone
.
He
kept
walking
,
and
he
slipped
and
slid
.
Several
times
he
fell
.
He
passed
empty
beer
bottles
and
cans
left
to
litter
the
ice
,
and
he
passed
circular
holes
cut
into
the
ice
,
for
fishing
,
holes
that
had
not
frozen
again
,
each
hole
filled
with
black
water
.
The
klunker
seemed
further
away
than
it
had
looked
from
the
road
.
He
heard
a
loud
crack
from
the
south
of
the
lake
,
like
a
stick
breaking
,
followed
by
the
sound
of
something
huge
thrumming
,
as
if
a
bass
string
the
size
of
a
lake
was
vibrating
.
Massively
,
the
ice
creaked
and
groaned
,
like
an
old
door
protesting
being
opened
.
Shadow
kept
walking
,
as
steadily
as
he
could
.
This
is
suicide
,
whispered
a
sane
voice
in
the
back
of
his
mind
.
Can
’
t
you
just
let
it
go
?
"
No
,
"
he
said
,
aloud
.
"
I
have
to
know
.
"
And
he
kept
right
on
walking
.
He
arrived
at
the
klunker
,
and
even
before
he
reached
it
he
knew
that
he
had
been
right
.
There
was
a
miasma
that
hung
about
the
car
,
something
that
was
at
the
same
time
a
faint
,
foul
smell
and
was
also
a
bad
taste
in
the
back
of
his
throat
.
He
walked
around
the
car
,
looking
inside
.
The
seats
were
stained
,
and
ripped
.
The
car
was
obviously
empty
.
He
tried
the
doors
.
They
were
locked
.
He
tried
the
trunk
.
Also
locked
.
He
wished
that
he
had
brought
a
crowbar
.
