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ht Shadow, in the passenger seat, sipping his hot chocolate. Huge, dizzying clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your tongue with cold and winter, that kisses your face with its hesitant touch before freezing you to death. Twelve cotton-candy inches of snow, creating a fairy-tale world, making everything unrecognizably beautiful...
Wednesday was talking to him.
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Wednesday sat at the computer terminal, composing a letter, and, with the clerk's help, making several large-sized signs.
Snow, thought Shadow. High in the atmosphere, perfect, tiny crystals that form about a minute piece of dust, each a lacelike work of fractal art. And the snow crystals clump together into flakes as they fall, covering Chicago in their white plenty, inch upon inch...
"Here," said Wednesday. He handed Shadow a cup of Kinko's coffee,Homepage, a half-dissolved lump of nondairy creamer powder floating on the top, "I think that's enough, don't you?"
"Enough what?"
"Enough snow. Don't want to immobilize the city, do we?"
The sky was a uniform battleship gray. Snow was coming. Yes.
"I didn't really do that?" said Shadow. "I mean, I didn't. Did I?"
"Drink the coffee," said Wednesday,pink foamposites. "It's foul stuff, but it will ease the headache." Then he said, "Good work."
Wednesday paid the Kinko's clerk, and he carried his signs and letters and cards outside. He opened the trunk of his car, put the papers in a large black metal case of the kind carried by payroll guards, and closed the trunk. He passed Shad

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"What about the King?" Mat demanded. "If this Barthanes is a Darkfriend, the King will help us."
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"So, what you're saying, Miss," Tommy said, "is that everything we did, all the lessons, everything. It was all about what you just told us? There was nothing more to it than that?"
"I can see," Miss Emily said, "that it might look as though you were simply pawns in a game. It can certainly be looked at like that. But think of it. You were lucky pawns. There was a certain climate and now it's gone. You have to accept that sometimes that's how things happen in this world. People's opinions, their feelings, they go one way, then the other. It just so happens you grew up at a certain point in this process."
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