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“Sasha, studying her, surprised himself by saying, "You look just like our mother." Her eyes opened at that; sudden pleasure drove away the shadows in her face. He said, smiling, "Our mother always put bread in the oven at night. For the domovoi.”

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The Winter of the Witch

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