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Magic #35

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Master Tellerick opened his eyes, and immediately grabbed his aching chest. Beneath him, he could feel the hole as new skin touched the sleeping mat below. He took a deep, juddering breath of cold, damp, morning air before pushing himself upright.

"Welcome back to the land of the living Master Tellerick." Skaran proffered a steaming mug of tea. "You were lucky Master William got to you in time."

Tellerick took hold of the tea, and took a sip. Skaran had put too much honey in it, and it tasted... glorious. "How is he?"

Skaran pointed. "Still sleeping."

"And the others?"

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    Neville Hunt about 4 years ago

    Yeay! He lives (I thought he would). Love the first paragraph... and the glorious tea. Great stuff Jeff. Loving it! šŸ˜Š

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    Jeff Taylor about 4 years ago

    Thanks Neville.

    **Minor edit to make it clearer that it was Skaran doing the pointing and not Tellerick.

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    Jeff Taylor about 4 years ago

    Thanks Drew. Much appreciated. There's no tea like a strong camping cuppa first thing on a chilled morning. šŸ˜Š

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    Neville Hunt about 4 years ago

    Mmmm. Yes. Iā€™d better put the kettle on.

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