When the last one had passed, the humming faded. The wind returned, ordinary and cold. The fog thinned. And Yarlist stood alone at the cliff’s edge, his shoulders a little straighter, his hair a little whiter.
“What is this?” she asked.
Cora stared. “That’s impossible.”
He stood, slowly, his knees creaking. Then he walked to the edge of the ridge, where the chalk dropped away into darkness. The humming grew louder. The sea below seemed to hesitate. yarlist'