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Recollections
Jesse blinked through the very last of a sleep that he knew had lasted longer than he had time for. A powerful wanting, a need to move, to be free, crept into the bones of his fingers and toes as he willed them to life.
The smell of long-burning fire was the first familiar sensation. The next was the image of the strange magicians from before, whose names he may have heard but couldn't remember.
If he’d known these were the last familiar things he’d see for a while, Jesse might have returned to his rest.
“Ahh, he’s waking,” the female magician said. Sorcerer. Magi. He didn’t know the word. He’d never bothered himself with understanding magic. It wasn’t his world.
“Lysanor, pass the skin. He’ll be afflicted with a mighty thirst,” the male said.
Lysanor. The other’s n
