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That Makes Two Of Us
April 17, AD 643, Eoforwic
“Ah. I think he’s coming ’round.”
Thomas heard the low, eager voice as if from a distance, through the fog and pain that lay over him like a blanket.
Wake up.
This time he not only heard the voice, but he felt it, too: a pressure in his mind. A Speaker using his Gift.
His eyes flew open as fear spiked through him, his power surging to life. He had a confused impression of a dark shape standing nearby, low candlelight flickering behind. He tried to leap to his feet at the same time as he attempted a clumsy mental shove at the voice.
But he didn’t get far. Someone jumped on him and knocked him back down to the rough sleeping pallet he had been lying upon.
His attacker yelled in animal rage as his hands wrapped around his throat, cho
