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As Simple, and As Hard
March 18, AD 643, Lindisfarne
The bell for Matins clanged through Matthew’s dreams, jarring him awake. He heard Thomas stirring on his pallet next to him, reminding him of the decision he had come to last night. The night’s sleep hadn’t changed it.
He had to go, today.
Over the past two weeks, he had guided Thomas in controlling his power and embracing his Fey nature. He had made some progress. But Thomas had a long way to go before Matthew could trust him to step into a Crossing and not get torn apart by the winds of time. By luck, or God’s grace, he had managed it the first time. But Matthew didn’t want to leave Thomas’ journey home to chance.
Too slow, and Wulfram’s web tightening. He raked his hand through his hair as he sat up, his jaw clenching.
If he
