Roger Zelazny. The Shroudling and the Guisel

_”Ah, the Windmaster…those were the days,”_ he said. _”Yes, we must get together and play again. Thank you for calling me for this one,”_ and he slid off in many directions and was gone, like the others.

“What now?” Rhanda asked.

“I am going home and back to bed.” I hesitated, then said, “Come with me?”

She hesitated too, then nodded. “Let us finish the night as we began it,” she said.

We walked through the seventh door and she unlocked my mirror. I knew
that she would be gone when I awoke.

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