Chapter 9

Disappearing into Wind

Place: Hermit cottage.

Time: 3:30 a.m.

I stopped quick.

At the end of the blade stood a tall man. He looked spindly and old and had a wiry not-quite-filled-in salt and pepper beard, shaggy ginger hair pushing out from under his wool hat, and green eyes—electric and young.

 “Will,” I replied, sharp and shaky. “My name is Will. And, and this is Aylin.”

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