“I—oh.” Fuck. We were on the side of a mountain. A steep one, at that. At the top of the slope we sat on, an entire city lit up the night, its two white towers so tall that I had to crane my neck back to find the top of them. It was beautiful. It was… “Ajun,” Fisher said quietly, twisting to look back over his shoulder. “We should head up to the gate. This far north the sun rises later, but it’ll be here soon.” Ajun.
