“Any idea why Preservation would tell me to come talk to you?” “Preservation?” Nazh said, stepping up and seizing Kelsier’s arm. So, as with the Drifter, they could indeed touch Kelsier. “You’ve spoken directly with one of the Shards?” “Sure,” Kelsier said. “Fuzz and I go way back.” He pulled his arm free of Nazh’s grip and grabbed the other folding stool from beside the fire—two simple pieces of wood that folded together, a piece of cloth between them to sit on. He settled it across from Khriss and sat down. “I don’t like this, Khriss,” Nazh said. “He’s dangerous.” “Fortunately,” she replied,
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