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There was something patient about the way he stood, Tali noticed, watching her as the late evening breeze blew around them both, whipping her hair across her eyes momentarily, blocking out the sight of him, but she could feel him there, with her. Really there.

“Here it is,” said Asahi, walking over to Ansgar. “Haru’s father.” He placed a small black and white photograph on the table beside the whiskey. Tali and Ansgar both leaned forward to take a closer look.

And as he ran she saw herself, too, engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Agostino, then the last moments of that last earthly fight, captured as if in choreography on the stage of a ballet and modern dance company. A struggle, and finally he was vanquished, and she pulled from beneath his ribs a great red silk cloth. She held it in the air and it rippled in the wind; she let it go and it flew over hills and trees, and mountains, and a great dark sea, until it blew into a tiny, gritty, lit-up place in the dead of night where Ansgar sat, curled around a glass of indifferent bourbon. The silk licked the skin behind his ear and he turned as if to see someone, but no one was there.

Nils Lundgren

“You, Tali. Just you.”

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