“Good morning, City.”
“Good morning, Boris.”
This was how every single one of his mornings had begun for many years. Maybe that was why his own subconscious had brought him here? Downing some more mead, Hadjar exhaled:
“What should I do now?”
“That is a difficult question.”
Boris turned slowly. A young woman of about thirty was standing next to him, watching the bus leave. She was wearing an expensive coat, a bag with the initials of a famous brand hanging from her shoulder, her jewelry barely noticeable and therefore very expensive. He wondered why she had taken the bus.
“I like taking the bus in the morning sometimes.”
He hadn’t even noticed that he’d asked the question out loud.
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oris cast a quick glance at the departing bus. From the windows of the corr
