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When dawn came, The Wanderer’s Rest was empty. The fire was ash. The napkin lay on the floor, blank as a skull.

“What’s on the other side?” Llyr whispered. danlwd fyltrshkn byw byw bray wyndwz

The glass softened. The lock on the casement snapped of its own accord. When dawn came, The Wanderer’s Rest was empty

“The world before the world,” said the figure. “Where the wind remembers your real name.” “What’s on the other side

The fire popped. A log shifted, and for a second the shadows on the wall spelled out something that looked like antlers. The innkeeper nodded toward the corner booth, where a figure sat so still he might have been carved from the oak. Long grey coat. Hands folded. Face hidden beneath a hat that had no business existing in this century.

The first word came out like a stone dropped into deep water.

And in the corner booth, a long grey coat, draped over nothing, still faintly warm.