“What . . .” he finally said. “What have you done?” Kelsier stood up in his prison. “What have you done?” Fuzz screamed. Kelsier smiled. “Hope,” he said softly. “I have hoped.” “He was perfect,” Fuzz said. “He was . . . the only one of you . . . that . . .” He spun suddenly, gazing down the shadowy room beyond Kelsier’s prison. Someone stood at the other end. A tall, commanding figure, not made of light. Familiar clothing, of both white and black, contrasting with itself. The Lord Ruler. His spirit, at least. Kelsier stepped up onto the rim of stone around the pool and waited as the Lord Ruler
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