He closed his eyes and reached out with his thoughts.
In the distance, he could feel others. Other wizards. He didn’t know which side they were on. He didn’t know what side he was on, either.
The breeze tousled his hair, and he ducked back inside the house and closed the rotten door behind him. There were no lights inside—the house predated electricity. There was an elegant mosaic on the floor, and a large fireplace, but he decided not to risk someone spotting the smoke or the light.
The ghost appeared. “You’ve come back,” she said.
“Just for now.”
