Nazeem or Ramarro

  Suddenly, Cole stood in a field of thick mist that rose to his shins. The low mist stretched to the edge of sight in all directions under a pale, hazy sky. A pair of bulky stone chairs sat facing one another. A man sat in one of them. Cole recognized him.

  “Nazeem,” Cole said.

  “I asked some of my earlier followers to give me a name,” Nazeem said. “That was what they chose. Nazeem. It suited my purposes at the time to obscure my identity. But you know my true name.”

  “Ramarro,” Cole said.

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