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Czernobog
snorted
and
woke
,
sitting
up
slowly
.
"
I
dreamed
a
strange
dream
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
dreamed
that
I
am
truly
Bielebog
.
That
forever
the
world
imagines
that
there
are
two
of
us
,
the
light
god
and
the
dark
,
but
that
now
we
are
both
old
,
I
find
it
was
only
me
all
the
time
,
giving
them
gifts
,
taking
my
gifts
away
.
"
He
broke
the
filter
from
a
Lucky
Strike
,
put
it
between
his
lips
and
lit
it
with
his
lighter
.
Shadow
wound
down
his
window
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
worried
about
lung
cancer
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
cancer
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
I
do
not
frighten
myself
.
"
He
chuckled
,
and
then
the
chuckle
became
a
wheeze
and
the
wheeze
turned
into
a
cough
.
Nancy
spoke
.
"
Folk
like
us
don
’
t
get
cancer
.
We
don
’
t
get
arteriosclerosis
or
Parkinson
’
s
disease
or
syphilis
.
We
’
re
kind
of
hard
to
kill
.
"
"
They
killed
Wednesday
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
pulled
over
for
gas
,
and
then
parked
next
door
at
a
restaurant
,
for
an
early
breakfast
.
As
they
entered
,
the
payphone
in
the
entrance
began
to
jangle
.
They
walked
past
it
without
answering
it
,
and
it
stopped
ringing
.
They
gave
their
orders
to
an
elderly
woman
with
a
worried
smile
,
who
had
been
sitting
reading
a
paperback
copy
of
What
My
Heart
Meant
by
Jenny
Kerton
.
The
telephone
began
to
ring
once
more
.
The
woman
sighed
,
then
walked
back
and
over
to
the
phone
,
picked
it
up
,
said
,
"
Yes
.
"
Then
she
looked
back
at
the
room
,
said
,
"
Yep
.
Looks
like
they
are
.
You
just
hold
the
line
now
,
"
and
walked
over
to
Mr
.
Nancy
.
"
It
’
s
for
you
,
"
she
said
.
