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"
Shadow
?
"
"
Hi
,
"
said
Shadow
.
He
stayed
sitting
down
.
Czernobog
walked
into
the
room
.
He
was
carrying
a
folded
copy
of
the
Chicago
Sun
-
Times
,
which
he
put
down
on
the
coffee
table
.
He
stared
at
Shadow
,
then
he
put
his
hand
out
,
tentatively
.
The
two
men
shook
hands
.
"
I
came
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Our
deal
.
You
came
through
with
your
part
of
it
.
This
is
my
part
.
"
Czernobog
nodded
.
His
brow
creased
.
The
sunlight
glinted
on
his
gray
hair
and
moustache
,
making
them
appear
almost
golden
.
"
Is
…
"
He
frowned
.
"
Is
not
…
"
He
broke
off
.
"
Maybe
you
should
go
.
Is
not
a
good
time
.
"
"
Take
as
long
as
you
need
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
’
m
ready
.
"
Czernobog
sighed
.
"
You
are
a
very
stupid
boy
.
You
know
that
?
"
"
I
guess
.
"
"
You
are
a
stupid
boy
.
And
on
the
mountaintop
,
you
did
a
very
good
thing
.
"
"
I
did
what
I
had
to
do
.
"
