“Sterling.”

“Kassei.”

The grey ghost materialized out of wind, becoming visual in such a subtle way as to appear as if she always had been; as if that great movement in the air had strokes and tones that the eyes could perceive all along. Faintly, his eyes adjusted to the faint sight of Kassei’s face, staring out over the steppe with empty eyes and unsmiling lips.

“You waited a long time, up here.”

“Yes. There’s nothing else on the map.”

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