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Up
and
down
more
stairs
,
and
now
they
were
in
a
long
,
long
room
,
made
of
glass
,
that
protruded
,
needlelike
,
out
over
the
leafless
black
-
and
-
white
countryside
hundreds
of
feet
below
them
.
Shadow
stood
and
watched
the
snow
tumble
and
spin
.
"
This
is
the
House
on
the
Rock
?
"
he
asked
,
puzzled
.
"
More
or
less
.
This
is
the
Infinity
Room
,
part
of
the
actual
house
,
although
a
late
addition
.
But
no
,
my
young
friend
,
we
have
not
scratched
the
tiniest
surface
of
what
the
house
has
to
offer
.
"
"
So
according
to
your
theory
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
Walt
Disney
World
would
be
the
holiest
place
in
America
.
"
Wednesday
frowned
,
and
stroked
his
beard
.
"
Walt
Disney
bought
some
orange
groves
in
the
middle
of
Florida
and
built
a
tourist
town
on
them
.
No
magic
there
of
any
kind
,
although
I
think
there
might
be
something
real
in
the
original
Disneyland
.
There
may
be
some
power
there
,
although
twisted
,
and
hard
to
access
.
There
’
s
definitely
nothing
out
of
the
ordinary
about
Disney
World
.
But
some
parts
of
Florida
are
filled
with
real
magic
.
You
just
have
to
keep
your
eyes
open
.
Ah
,
for
the
mermaids
of
Weeki
Wachee
…
Follow
me
,
this
way
.
"
Everywhere
was
the
sound
of
music
:
jangling
,
awkward
music
,
ever
-
so
-
slightly
off
the
beat
and
out
of
time
.
Wednesday
took
a
five
-
dollar
bill
and
put
it
into
a
change
machine
,
receiving
a
handful
of
brass
-
colored
metal
coins
in
return
.
He
tossed
one
to
Shadow
,
who
caught
it
,
and
,
realizing
that
a
small
boy
was
watching
him
,
held
it
up
between
forefinger
and
thumb
and
vanished
it
.
The
small
boy
ran
over
to
his
mother
,
who
was
inspecting
one
of
the
ubiquitous
Santa
Clauses
—
OVER
6000
ON
DISPLAY
!
the
signs
said
—
and
he
tugged
urgently
at
the
hem
of
her
coat
.
Shadow
followed
Wednesday
outside
briefly
,
and
then
followed
the
signs
to
the
Streets
of
Yesterday
.
"
Forty
years
ago
Alex
Jordan
—
his
face
is
on
the
token
you
have
palmed
in
your
right
hand
,
Shadow
—
began
to
build
a
house
on
a
high
jut
of
rock
in
a
field
he
did
not
own
,
and
even
he
could
not
have
told
you
why
.
And
people
came
to
see
him
build
it
—
the
curious
,
and
the
puzzled
,
and
those
who
were
neither
and
who
could
not
honestly
have
told
you
why
they
came
.
So
he
did
what
any
sensible
American
male
of
his
generation
would
do
:
he
began
to
charge
them
money
—
nothing
much
.
A
nickel
each
,
perhaps
.
Or
a
quarter
.
And
he
continued
building
,
and
the
people
kept
coming
.
"
So
he
took
those
quarters
and
nickels
and
made
something
even
bigger
and
stranger
.
