Flash Fiction # 363 -- Connor of Northgate/47

 For Connor, waiting until dawn gave him a few more minutes to think through this new aspect of the problem.  Had Liam hit upon something?  He couldn't tell if he hoped so or not because it opened up a far more extensive range of possible issues.  History, in the fae sense, was very, very, very long.

Connor, though, had spent a good part of his free time up in the library and he at least