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In
the
days
that
were
to
come
,
Shadow
often
found
himself
remembering
that
game
.
Some
nights
he
dreamed
of
it
.
His
flat
,
round
pieces
were
the
color
of
old
,
dirty
wood
,
nominally
white
.
Czernobog
’
s
were
a
dull
,
faded
black
.
Shadow
was
the
first
to
move
.
In
his
dreams
,
there
was
no
conversation
as
they
played
,
just
the
loud
click
as
the
pieces
were
put
down
,
or
the
hiss
of
wood
against
wood
as
they
were
slid
from
square
to
adjoining
square
.
For
the
first
half
dozen
moves
each
of
the
men
slipped
pieces
out
onto
the
board
,
into
the
center
,
leaving
the
back
rows
untouched
.
There
were
pauses
between
the
moves
,
long
,
chesslike
pauses
,
while
each
man
watched
,
and
thought
.
Shadow
had
played
checkers
in
prison
:
it
passed
the
time
.
He
had
played
chess
,
too
,
but
he
was
not
temperamentally
suited
to
planning
ahead
.
He
preferred
picking
the
perfect
move
for
the
moment
.
You
could
win
in
checkers
like
that
,
sometimes
.
There
was
a
click
as
Czernobog
picked
up
a
black
piece
and
jumped
it
over
one
of
Shadow
’
s
white
pieces
.
The
old
man
picked
up
Shadow
’
s
white
piece
and
put
it
on
the
table
at
the
side
of
the
board
.
"
First
blood
.
You
have
lost
,
"
said
Czernobog
.
"
The
game
is
done
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Game
’
s
got
a
long
way
to
go
yet
.
"
"
Then
would
you
care
for
a
wager
?
A
little
side
bet
,
to
make
it
more
interesting
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Wednesday
,
without
looking
up
from
a
"
Humor
in
Uniform
"
column
.
"
He
wouldn
’
t
.
"
"
I
am
not
playing
with
you
,
old
man
.
I
play
with
him
.
So
,
you
want
to
bet
on
the
game
,
Mister
Shadow
?
"
