“Fellow with white hair,” Kelsier said. “Lanky, with a sharp nose and—” “Damn,” Khriss said. “Did he get to the Well of Ascension?” “Stole something there,” Kelsier said. “A bit of metal.” “Damn,” Khriss said, looking at her servant. “We need to go. I’m sorry, Survivor.” “But—” “This isn’t because of what you just told us,” she said, rising and waving for Nazh to help gather their things. “We were leaving anyway. This planet is dying; as much as I wish to witness the death of a Shard, I don’t dare risk doing it from up close. We’ll observe from afar.” “Preservation thought you’d be able to
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