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Chapter I
I dreamt of blood upon the shore, of eyes that spoke of
sin.
The lake was smooth and deep and black as was her
scented skin.
June 18,1993
New Orleans
Chapter 2
A mask I wore as I approached, I was what I am not,
And though the pattern was unclear, its meaning could be
bought.
June 19,1993
June 20,1993
Chapter 4
I spoke to one who smelled of Death, he gave to me his
ears,
And crosses that were marked were made into a veil of
tears.
June 21,1993
Chapter 5
The road was blocked, the truth was shunned, the white
flag had been raised.
Reversal cost me all I had, and everything I'd braved.
June 22,1993
Chapter 6
And then the night became as day, I glimpsed nature's
reddest claw!
The face of fear looked back at me, as I gazed into the
maw.
June 23,1993
Chapter 7
My last ally laid to waste, I ran toward the light.
I prayed for one to change my path, to give me strength
to fight...
June 24,1993
June 26,1993
July 28,1993
Chapter 10
Deep in the earth I faced a fight that I could never win.
The blameless and the base destroyed, and all that might
have been.
—Gabriel Knight
Epilogue
Gabriel and Grace stood on a wrought-iron bal-
cony that overlooked Jackson Square. It was the
same balcony with the binoculars that Gabriel had
watched Crash from, back when he had not
known what a Schattenjager was, had never seen
someone die, and hadn't been out of the forty-
eight contiguous states; back when he'd been
somebody else. It was night, starless for the storm
clouds that had overwhelmed the sky and were
finally letting go. The rain was cool and abundant,
and he let it pour down his face and body, like the
tears that were too large to shed; for Malia, for
Wolfgang, for himself, for Tetelo and Gunter, for
the end of a long, long road.
Beneath them, sirens wailed as a confused fire
department sought to deal with the hairline fis-
sure that had opened up in the middle of a per-
fectly ordinary park, a fissure that was emitting
steam and occasional shooting flames like a
lidded frying pan whose contents were busy
turning into charcoal.
"Do you think Tetelo is really gone?" Grace
asked.
"Yup," he said.
Grace didn't say anything for a minute, then . . .
"I'm sorry about Malia."
She even sounded like she meant it. Gabriel did
not say anything. He wouldn't know where to
begin.
"Are you going to do it? Be Schattenjiiger?"
There was a hint of excitement in her voice. He
was surprised to hear she was still capable of it
after what they'd been through. He certainly
wasn't. But maybe he was just tired.
"I have to think about it," he said.
But that didn't feel right, either. Not after what
Wolfgang had done. It felt really wrong.
"Yeah," he said, amending himself. "I guess. I
need to spend some time at the castle. Figure out
what it's all about."
"I could help," Grace offered. "I mean ... I'd
like to learn about it, too,"
He looked at her, surprised. "What about
school?"
She chewed her lip, looked away as if embar-
rassed. "They can't teach me about things like
this. Real things."
She glanced at him nervously. "If you don't
mind, that is. I'm very good at research."
He actually smiled. "I know you are. I'd be
grateful if you stayed."
And it was true. It was something the man he
had been a month ago would not have said, or
even felt.
They sat until dawn not saying anything more,
just watching as the firemen, and the rain, put the
fire out.