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"
Nothing
is
wrong
,
my
sister
,
"
said
Zorya
Utrennyaya
.
"
Go
back
to
sleep
.
"
Then
she
turned
to
Czernobog
.
"
See
?
See
what
you
do
with
all
your
shouting
?
You
go
back
in
there
and
sit
down
.
Sit
!
"
Czernobog
looked
as
if
he
were
about
to
protest
;
and
then
the
fight
went
out
of
him
.
He
looked
frail
,
suddenly
:
frail
,
and
lonely
.
The
three
men
went
back
into
the
shabby
sitting
room
.
There
was
a
brown
nicotine
ring
around
that
room
that
ended
about
a
foot
from
the
ceiling
,
like
the
tide
line
in
an
old
bathtub
.
"
It
doesn
’
t
have
to
be
for
you
,
"
said
Wednesday
to
Czernobog
,
unfazed
.
"
If
it
is
for
your
brother
,
it
’
s
for
you
as
well
.
That
’
s
one
place
you
dualistic
types
have
it
over
the
rest
of
us
,
eh
?
"
Czernobog
said
nothing
.
"
Speaking
of
Bielebog
,
have
you
heard
anything
from
him
?
"
Czernobog
shook
his
head
.
He
looked
up
at
Shadow
.
"
Do
you
have
a
brother
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Not
that
I
know
of
.
"
"
I
have
a
brother
.
They
say
,
you
put
us
together
,
we
are
like
one
person
,
you
know
?
When
we
are
young
,
his
hair
,
it
is
very
blond
,
very
light
,
his
eyes
are
blue
,
and
people
say
,
he
is
the
good
one
.
And
my
hair
it
is
very
dark
,
darker
than
yours
even
,
and
people
say
I
am
the
rogue
,
you
know
?
I
am
the
bad
one
.
And
now
time
passes
,
and
my
hair
is
gray
.
His
hair
,
too
,
I
think
,
is
gray
.
And
you
look
at
us
,
you
would
not
know
who
was
light
,
who
was
dark
.
"
"
Were
you
close
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
