“My name is Hadjar Darkhan. I have renounced the Wind of the Northern Valleys as well as everything else.”
“That is also true.”
Fucking...
“Why did you show me Elaine?”
“Wrong question. I didn’t show you Elaine.”
“Then what did you show me?”
Again, the figure didn’t answer right away.
“Wrong question. The past.”
Now it was Hadjar’s turn to think.
“Whose past?”
For the first time during their conversation, the figure moved. It lifted its head toward him, and the General could have sworn, though he couldn’t see through it, that somewhere amid all that darkness, it was smiling at him.
“Right question. Someone’s.”
***
Helen held on to his wheelchair, frozen with terror. Damn it all, why here and now?
They had been coming back from a trip to the sea and had almost rea
