The grey city had changed again.
Sari noticed it the moment the dream took her—the air was clearer, the light softer, the edges of the buildings less sharp. The fog had pulled back so far it was barely a smudge on the horizon, and for the first time, she could see the sky. Pale blue, almost white.
He was waiting for her at the center of the empty street.
She walked toward him. When she stopped, she was close enough to see the collar of his shirt, the line of his jaw, the shadow where his eyes should be.
But tonight, the shadow was thinner.
She stepped closer.
The light behind him had shifted, dimmed. The glow that always blocked her view had faded to almost nothing.
She saw his eyes.
Grey-blue. Like the sky before rain. Like nothing she had ever seen in Java.
Her breath caught.
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