Merlin knew fear.
He knew the shape of it. How it curled in his core, poking spines into his stomach.
He knew the taste of it; bitter and sharp, drying out his mouth.
He knew the feel of it; soft and alien, making sweat beads on his palms.
Fear played with his heart, stopping it, then making it sprint; it constricted his chest, making
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