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Summary
When you ask what Magic was to Merlin. It was the way his hoe broke the spring earth without his hands aching by sundown, the way the well-bucket rose at the curl of his fingers. It was a hearth-fire coaxed from damp wood when the cold months grew long. The seam in Will's boot that closed itself. It was the spell Merlin whispered into his own straw mattress, soft, soft, until the ticking grew tender as wool.
Back then in Ealdor, Merlin had never thought his magic would kill people.
He did not live in Ealdor anymore.
Series
- Part 44 of Merthur fic