“But I’ve seen ye there.” The prickling ran straight down the back of my neck and down both arms. “Seen me where?” “There.” He waved a hand in a vague gesture. “I dreamt of ye there. I dinna ken where it was; I only know it was there—in your proper time.” “How do you know that?” I demanded, my flesh creeping briskly. “What was I doing?” His brow furrowed in the effort of recollection. “I dinna recall, exactly,” he said slowly. “But I knew it was then, by the light.” His brow cleared suddenly. “That’s it. Ye were sitting at a desk, with something in your hand, maybe writing. And there was light
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