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THEY FOUND MIRAN shrouded in grey, cloud-filled, misty dusk. Snow drifted from the sky, whipped up by the ever-present wind. The snow sweepers had kept the airport fairly clean, except for the thin trails that had blown over the paving since the passing of the sweeping machine. Mikandra peeked out the window, but could see no people and no visible changes since she had left.
Mikandra no longer had a cloak. Braedon gave her a spare from a cupboard at the back of the craft, which was much too big for her.
Rehan had been asleep on the bed against the back wall. He was rubbing his face furiously, but nothing made the impressed folds of his sleeve disappear from his cheek. Mikandra tried not to look because if she did she would laugh.
While they were collecting their bags from the variou
