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"
Perhaps
.
"
Czernobog
walked
to
the
old
wooden
sideboard
,
and
,
bending
down
,
pulled
an
attaché
case
from
underneath
it
.
He
flipped
the
catches
on
the
case
.
Each
one
sprang
back
with
a
satisfying
thump
.
He
opened
the
case
.
He
took
a
hammer
out
,
and
hefted
it
,
experimentally
.
The
hammer
looked
like
a
scaled
-
down
sledgehammer
;
its
wooden
haft
was
stained
.
Then
he
stood
up
.
He
said
,
"
I
owe
you
much
.
More
than
you
know
.
Because
of
you
,
things
are
changing
.
This
is
spring
time
.
The
true
spring
.
"
"
I
know
what
I
did
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
I
didn
’
t
have
a
lot
of
choice
.
"
Czernobog
nodded
.
There
was
a
look
in
his
eyes
that
Shadow
did
not
remember
seeing
before
.
"
Did
I
ever
tell
you
about
my
brother
?
"
"
Bielebog
?
"
Shadow
walked
to
the
center
of
the
ash
-
stained
carpet
.
He
went
down
on
his
knees
.
"
You
said
you
hadn
’
t
seen
him
in
a
long
time
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
old
man
,
raising
the
hammer
.
"
It
has
been
a
long
winter
,
boy
.
A
very
long
winter
.
But
the
winter
is
ending
,
now
.
"
And
he
shook
his
head
,
slowly
,
as
if
he
were
remembering
something
.
And
he
said
,
"
Close
your
eyes
.
"
Shadow
closed
his
eyes
and
raised
his
head
,
and
he
waited
.
The
head
of
the
sledgehammer
was
cold
,
icy
cold
,
and
it
touched
his
forehead
as
gently
as
a
kiss
.
"
Pock
!
There
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
Is
done
.
"
There
was
a
smile
on
his
face
that
Shadow
had
never
seen
before
,
an
easy
,
comfortable
smile
,
like
sunshine
on
a
summer
’
s
day
.
The
old
man
walked
over
to
the
case
,
and
he
put
the
hammer
away
,
and
closed
the
bag
,
and
pushed
it
back
under
the
sideboard
.
