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Come. This way.
Higgs stumbled to one knee as the voice filled his mind, the command forcing his lips to move in time with the words. He blinked and tried to focus his eyes, but the world shimmered like a struck bell, refusing to settle into place.
Wilt. That was Wilt’s voice. He was here.
His hand found a smooth round stone, and he lifted it as he stood, holding it out in front of him like an offering in the orange glow, the hot air streaming with sparks that blurred and streaked through the air, dancing around him, always just out of reach.
Higgs stared at the stone, feeling the world settle around this one point, the vision creep over him like a rising tide. The river beneath the walls of Greystone. Before Redmondis. Before everything.
Wilt began to spin his sling. ‘Whenever yo
