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Magic and Legend
February 20, AD 643
Godric sat wrapped in his cloak, hunched against the restless wind, when he heard the Hound.
His head snapped up from his light doze, and he froze, listening. There. He had not been dreaming. And it was getting closer.
He leapt to his feet, his heart pounding. A Hound of the Hunt or I’m a monkey’s uncle. Strangely, he felt no fear, just a shimmering excitement. The rain-lashed night was wild, and he and the Hound a part of it, beings of magic and legend both.
The sound came again, the eerie howl a banshee wail. The sound of it pierced him, causing his heart to pump harder. A wide grin split his face.
Careful. Think. This is crazy. The thoughts came from faraway, and he ignored them. Soon they faded away, and with them, the concern that prompte
