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There
was
a
whispering
noise
that
began
then
to
run
through
the
hall
,
a
low
susurrus
that
caused
Shadow
,
in
his
dream
,
to
experience
a
chilling
and
inexplicable
fear
.
An
all
-
engulfing
panic
took
him
,
there
in
the
halls
of
the
gods
whose
very
existence
had
been
forgotten
-
octopus
-
faced
gods
and
gods
who
were
only
mummified
hands
or
falling
rocks
or
forest
fires
.
.
.
Shadow
woke
with
his
heart
jackhammering
in
his
chest
,
his
forehead
clammy
,
entirely
awake
.
The
red
numerals
on
the
bedside
clock
told
him
the
time
was
1
:
03
A
.
M
.
The
light
of
the
Motel
America
sign
outside
shone
through
his
bedroom
window
.
Disoriented
,
Shadow
got
up
and
walked
into
the
tiny
motel
bathroom
.
He
pissed
without
turning
on
the
lights
,
and
returned
to
the
bedroom
.
The
dream
was
still
fresh
and
vivid
in
his
mind
’
s
eye
,
but
he
could
not
explain
to
himself
why
it
had
scared
him
so
.
The
light
that
came
into
the
room
from
outside
was
not
bright
,
but
Shadow
’
s
eyes
had
become
used
to
the
dark
.
There
was
a
woman
sitting
on
the
side
of
his
bed
.
He
knew
her
.
He
would
have
known
her
in
a
crowd
of
a
thousand
,
or
of
a
hundred
thousand
.
She
was
still
wearing
the
navy
blue
suit
they
had
buried
her
in
.
Her
voice
was
a
whisper
,
but
a
familiar
line
.
"
I
guess
,
"
said
Laura
,
"
you
’
re
going
to
ask
what
I
’
m
doing
here
.
"
Shadow
said
nothing
.
He
sat
down
on
the
room
’
s
only
chair
and
,
finally
,
asked
,
"
Is
that
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
m
cold
,
puppy
.
"
"
You
’
re
dead
,
babe
.
"
