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Wednesday
knocked
at
the
door
.
There
was
no
response
.
He
knocked
again
,
louder
this
time
.
"
Okay
!
Okay
!
I
heard
you
!
I
heard
you
!
"
The
sound
of
locks
being
undone
,
of
bolts
being
pulled
,
the
rattle
of
a
chain
.
The
red
door
opened
a
crack
.
"
Who
is
it
?
"
A
man
’
s
voice
,
old
and
cigarette
-
roughened
.
"
An
old
friend
,
Czernobog
.
With
an
associate
.
"
The
door
opened
as
far
as
the
security
chain
would
allow
.
Shadow
could
see
a
gray
face
,
in
the
shadows
,
peering
out
at
them
.
"
What
do
you
want
,
Votan
?
"
"
Initially
,
simply
the
pleasure
of
your
company
.
And
I
have
information
to
share
.
What
’
s
that
phrase
?
.
.
.
Oh
yes
.
You
may
learn
something
to
your
advantage
.
"
The
door
opened
all
the
way
.
The
man
in
the
dusty
bathrobe
was
short
,
with
iron
-
gray
hair
and
craggy
features
.
He
wore
gray
pinstripe
pants
,
shiny
from
age
,
and
slippers
.
He
held
an
unfiltered
cigarette
with
square
-
tipped
fingers
,
sucking
the
tip
while
keeping
it
cupped
in
his
fist
-
like
a
convict
,
thought
Shadow
,
or
a
soldier
.
He
extended
his
left
hand
to
Wednesday
.
"
Welcome
then
,
Votan
.
"
"
They
call
me
Wednesday
these
days
,
"
he
said
,
shaking
the
old
man
’
s
hand
.
A
narrow
smile
;
a
flash
of
yellow
teeth
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
Very
funny
.
And
this
is
?
"
"
This
is
my
associate
.
Shadow
,
meet
Mr
.
Czernobog
.
"
