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It was the first time Saul had been back to Camlet Moat since the night it had nearly been destroyed.
He hadn’t felt anything worsen, and he knew it was still alive (no word but alive seemed sufficient for such a place). But it was also still not right. He felt just a bit lightheaded, not to mention worried, as they approached.
He was more relieved than he could easily say that Randolph was going with him.
It was an unusually lovely day, with green and growing things all around them. There were even flowers in bloom. He and Randolph walked in companionable quiet.
The place seemed to be tugging Saul forward, making him walk faster than usual. He knew it wasn’t being actively harmed, but he knew he’d have to do something for it, and had some lingering doubts about how little use he might actually be. Saul wanted to reach for Randolph, but couldn’t when they were still in the open. Saul felt better as soon as they entered the cover of the trees. Not yet at the site itself, there was birdsong, and a soft sighing of the wind through leaves. He felt better still when Randolph’s hand brushed his, and held his reassuringly.
His mind focused again on the lingering wrongness when they reached the bridge. He could see the full extent of the damage now in daylight, and it explained what he felt. Camlet Moat was alive, but wounded.