“No, they died during the intial break-in, days ago. Dockson. Clubs.” A spear of ice shot through Kelsier. He tried to stand up from beside the corpse he’d been inspecting, but stumbled, trying to force out the words. “No. No, not Dox.” Preservation nodded. “Wh . . . When did it happen? How?” Preservation laughed. The sound of madness. He showed little of the kindly, uncertain man who had greeted Kelsier when he’d first entered this place. “Both were murdered by koloss as the siege broke. Their bodies were burned days ago, Kelsier, while you were trapped.”
