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"
I
did
not
do
that
.
"
"
Wednesday
did
.
He
was
you
.
"
"
He
was
me
,
yes
.
But
I
am
not
him
.
"
The
man
scratched
the
side
of
his
nose
.
His
gull
-
feather
bobbed
.
"
Will
you
go
back
?
"
asked
the
Lord
of
the
Gallows
.
"
To
America
?
"
"
Nothing
to
go
back
for
,
"
said
Shadow
,
and
as
he
said
it
he
knew
it
was
a
lie
.
"
Things
wait
for
you
there
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
But
they
will
wait
until
you
return
.
"
A
white
butterfly
flew
crookedly
past
them
.
Shadow
said
nothing
.
He
had
had
enough
of
gods
and
their
ways
to
last
him
several
lifetimes
.
He
would
take
the
bus
to
the
airport
,
he
decided
,
and
change
his
ticket
.
Get
a
plane
to
somewhere
he
had
never
been
.
He
would
keep
moving
.
"
Hey
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
have
something
for
you
.
"
His
hand
dipped
into
his
pocket
,
and
palmed
the
object
he
needed
.
"
Hold
your
hand
out
,
"
he
said
.
Odin
looked
at
him
strangely
and
seriously
.
Then
he
shrugged
,
and
extended
his
right
hand
,
palm
down
.
Shadow
reached
over
and
turned
it
so
the
palm
was
upward
.
