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There
were
still
traces
of
snow
in
the
shadows
of
the
trees
,
and
the
grass
was
the
color
of
dirt
.
"
Wait
here
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
He
walked
,
alone
,
to
the
center
of
the
meadow
.
He
stood
there
,
in
the
winds
of
the
end
of
February
,
for
some
time
.
At
first
he
hung
his
head
,
then
he
began
gesticulating
.
"
He
looks
like
he
’
s
talking
to
someone
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Ghosts
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
.
"
They
worshiped
him
here
,
over
a
hundred
years
ago
.
They
made
blood
-
sacrifice
to
him
,
libations
spilled
with
the
hammer
.
After
a
time
,
the
townsfolk
figured
out
why
so
many
of
the
strangers
who
passed
through
the
town
didn
’
t
ever
come
back
.
This
was
where
they
hid
some
of
the
bodies
.
"
Czernobog
came
back
from
the
middle
of
the
field
.
His
moustache
seemed
darker
now
,
and
there
were
streaks
of
black
in
his
gray
hair
.
He
smiled
,
showing
his
iron
tooth
.
"
I
feel
good
,
now
.
Ahh
.
Some
things
linger
,
and
blood
lingers
longest
.
"
They
walked
back
across
the
meadow
to
where
they
had
parked
the
VW
bus
.
Czernobog
lit
a
cigarette
,
but
did
not
cough
.
"
They
did
it
with
the
hammer
,
"
he
said
.
"
Grimnir
,
he
would
talk
of
the
gallows
and
the
spear
,
but
for
me
,
it
is
one
thing
…
"
He
reached
out
a
nicotine
-
colored
finger
and
tapped
it
,
hard
,
in
the
center
of
Shadow
’
s
forehead
.
"
Please
don
’
t
do
that
,
"
said
Shadow
,
politely
.
"
Please
don
’
t
do
that
,
"
mimicked
Czernobog
.
"
One
day
I
will
take
my
hammer
and
do
much
worse
than
that
to
you
,
my
friend
,
remember
?
"
