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The
bedroom
was
thick
with
dust
:
it
covered
every
surface
,
the
wood
and
the
glass
,
and
motes
of
it
floated
and
danced
through
the
beams
of
sunshine
coming
through
the
open
window
,
disturbed
by
occasional
breezes
and
the
lazy
flapping
of
the
yellowed
lace
curtains
.
He
remembered
this
room
.
This
was
the
room
they
had
given
to
Wednesday
,
that
night
.
Bielebog
’
s
room
.
Zorya
Vechernyaya
eyed
him
uncertainly
.
"
The
mattress
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
needs
to
be
turned
.
"
"
Not
a
problem
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
reached
out
and
took
the
mattress
,
lifted
it
with
ease
and
turned
it
over
.
It
was
an
old
wooden
bed
,
and
the
feather
mattress
weighed
almost
as
much
as
a
man
.
Dust
flew
and
swirled
as
the
mattress
went
down
.
"
Why
are
you
here
?
"
asked
Zorya
Vechernyaya
.
It
was
not
a
friendly
question
,
the
way
she
asked
it
.
"
I
’
m
here
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
because
back
in
December
a
young
man
played
a
game
of
checkers
with
an
old
god
,
and
he
lost
.
"
The
old
woman
’
s
gray
hair
was
up
on
the
top
of
her
head
in
a
tight
bun
.
She
pursed
her
lips
.
"
Come
back
tomorrow
,
"
said
Zorya
Vechernyaya
.
"
I
can
’
t
,
"
he
said
,
simply
.
"
Is
your
funeral
.
Now
,
you
go
and
sit
down
.
Zorya
Utrennyaya
will
bring
you
coffee
.
Czernobog
will
be
back
soon
.
"
Shadow
walked
along
the
corridor
to
the
sitting
room
.
It
was
just
as
he
remembered
,
although
now
the
window
was
open
.
The
gray
cat
slept
on
the
arm
of
the
sofa
.
