Overhead the sun was beating down. They said it could make you blind, staring at the sun. But Mordred couldn’t close his eyes.
Merlin stood over him, anger radiating off him in waves.
“Don’t you feel it?”
Mordred took a deep, shuddering breath. He could feel many things. But then, that was the intention.
“Survivors guilt. It’s supposed to be a
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