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"
I
said
,
doesn
’
t
the
cold
bother
you
?
"
In
reply
,
she
held
up
a
finger
:
wait
.
She
stepped
,
lightly
,
over
the
side
of
the
building
and
onto
the
flat
roof
.
Shadow
stepped
over
a
little
more
clumsily
,
and
followed
her
across
the
roof
,
to
the
shadow
of
the
water
tower
.
There
was
a
wooden
bench
waiting
for
them
there
,
and
she
sat
down
on
it
,
and
he
sat
down
beside
her
.
The
water
tower
acted
as
a
windbreak
,
for
which
Shadow
was
grateful
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
cold
does
not
bother
me
.
This
time
is
my
time
:
I
could
no
more
feel
uncomfortable
in
the
night
than
a
fish
could
feel
uncomfortable
in
the
deep
water
.
"
"
You
must
like
the
night
,
"
said
Shadow
,
wishing
that
he
had
said
something
wiser
,
more
profound
.
"
My
sisters
are
of
their
times
.
Zorya
Utrennyaya
is
of
the
dawn
.
In
the
old
country
she
would
wake
to
open
the
gates
,
and
let
our
father
drive
his
-
uhm
,
I
forget
the
word
,
like
a
car
but
with
horses
?
"
"
Chariot
?
’
"
His
chariot
.
Our
father
would
ride
it
out
.
And
Zorya
Vechernyaya
,
she
would
open
the
gates
for
him
at
dusk
,
when
he
returned
to
us
.
"
"
And
you
?
"
She
paused
.
Her
lips
were
full
,
but
very
pale
,
"
I
never
saw
our
father
.
I
was
asleep
.
"
"
Is
it
a
medical
condition
?
"
