Alatau from Kuznetsk, May 3, 2011
Rempert and Darya had been walking all day. The sun, already low on the horizon, no longer penetrated the dense forest of firs and gave way to a diaphanous gloom; neither dark nor light. A strange phase of the day when you didn’t know if it was day or night. It was perfect for the vampire. He had suffered in recent hours, overwhelmed by thoughts he rejected completely, aware that they would lead to a new crisis of dementia. Now that he felt the beginnings of the night seep into his body, everything was easier. He could use his powers to drive out this schizophrenic tendency and calmly continue on his way.
To help himself, he focused his attention on his guide, who was progressing at a steady pace, imperturbable, as the terrain became more rugged with eac
