“He’s dying,” Kelsier said, spinning Nazh’s knife in his fingers. He’d palmed it during their altercation a moment ago, and was curious to find that though it was made of metal, it didn’t glow. “He’s a short man with black hair—or he used to be. He’s been … well, unraveling.” “Hey,” Nazh said, eyes narrowing at the knife. He looked at his belt, and the empty sheath. “Hey!” “Unraveling,” Khriss said. “So a slow death. Ati doesn’t know how to Splinter another Shard? Or he hasn’t the strength? Hmm…” “Ati?” Kelsier asked. “Preservation mentioned that name too.”
