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He dreamed of standing on a rocky shore in the shadow of a high stone wall, the eyes of the guards patrolling far above not dropping down to their level, locked instead on the swaying trees of the Tangle on the far side of the river.
—You. What is your name?—
Wilt.
No. Not Wilt. Wilt is here, beside him, searching at his feet for ammunition. Finding a good-sized rock now, slipping it into the smooth leather cradle of his sling, spinning it a few times in the air to judge its weight, the wind whipping past his ear and tugging at his hair with each revolution. Staring back out at the trees again with that look in his eye, aware of them staring back.
—You. What is your name?—
Higgs.
No. Not Higgs. Higgs is gone. Higgs died in Wilt’s arms inside the fortress in Redmondis, the black ti
