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"
Wednesday
?
"
"
That
’
s
the
fellow
.
"
"
There
was
a
reason
he
hid
me
in
Lakeside
,
wasn
’
t
there
?
There
was
a
reason
nobody
should
have
been
able
to
find
me
here
.
"
Hinzelmann
said
nothing
.
He
unhooked
a
heavy
black
poker
from
its
place
on
the
wall
,
and
he
prodded
at
the
fire
with
it
,
sending
up
a
cloud
of
orange
sparks
and
smoke
.
"
This
is
my
home
,
"
he
said
,
petulantly
.
"
It
’
s
a
good
town
.
"
Shadow
finished
his
coffee
.
He
put
the
cup
down
on
the
floor
.
The
effort
was
exhausting
.
"
How
long
have
you
been
here
?
"
"
Long
enough
.
"
"
And
you
made
the
lake
?
"
Hinzelmann
peered
at
him
,
surprised
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
made
the
lake
.
They
were
calling
it
a
lake
when
I
got
here
,
but
it
weren
’
t
nothing
more
than
a
spring
and
a
mill
-
pond
and
a
creek
.
"
He
paused
.
"
I
figured
that
this
country
is
hell
on
my
kind
of
folk
.
It
eats
us
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
be
eaten
.
So
I
made
a
deal
.
I
gave
them
a
lake
,
and
I
gave
them
prosperity
…
"
"
And
all
it
cost
them
was
one
child
every
winter
.
"
