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"
It
’
s
been
a
long
time
.
If
you
’
ve
lost
your
skill
you
might
simply
bruise
me
.
How
long
has
it
been
since
you
swung
a
killing
hammer
in
the
stockyards
?
Thirty
years
?
Forty
?
"
Czernobog
said
nothing
.
His
closed
mouth
was
a
gray
slash
across
his
face
.
He
tapped
his
fingers
on
the
wooden
table
,
drumming
out
a
rhythm
with
them
.
Then
he
pushed
the
twenty
-
four
checkers
back
to
their
home
squares
on
the
board
.
"
Play
,
"
he
said
.
"
Again
,
you
are
light
.
I
am
dark
.
"
Shadow
pushed
his
first
piece
out
.
Czernobog
pushed
one
of
his
own
pieces
forward
.
And
it
occurred
to
Shadow
that
Czernobog
was
going
to
try
to
play
the
same
game
again
,
the
one
that
he
had
just
won
,
that
this
would
be
his
limitation
.
This
time
Shadow
played
recklessly
.
He
snatched
tiny
opportunities
,
moved
without
thinking
,
without
a
pause
to
consider
.
And
this
time
,
as
he
played
,
Shadow
smiled
;
and
whenever
Czernobog
moved
a
piece
,
Shadow
smiled
wider
.
Soon
,
Czernobog
was
slamming
his
pieces
down
as
he
moved
them
,
banging
them
down
on
the
wooden
table
so
hard
that
the
remaining
pieces
shivered
on
their
black
squares
.
"
There
,
"
said
Czernobog
,
taking
one
of
Shadow
’
s
men
with
a
crash
,
slamming
the
black
piece
down
.
"
There
.
What
do
you
say
to
that
?
"
Shadow
said
nothing
:
he
simply
smiled
,
and
jumped
the
piece
that
Czernobog
had
put
down
,
and
another
,
and
another
,
and
a
fourth
,
clearing
the
center
of
the
board
of
black
pieces
.
He
took
a
white
piece
from
the
pile
beside
the
board
and
kinged
his
man
.
After
that
,
it
was
just
a
mopping
-
up
exercise
:
another
handful
of
moves
,
and
the
game
was
done
.
