All he left were cooled sheets and not a single trace. He left because he had to. He vanished into thin air. Gone with the wind.’ Although it seemed impossible, Mozaïk paled even more. Her hands trembled. ‘He left some flowers,’ said Yennefer softly. ‘A little nosegay of flowers. Right?’ Mozaïk raised her head. But didn’t answer. ‘Flowers and a letter,’ repeated Yennefer.
