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stilljustandrew) wrote2013-07-20 10:46 pm
stilljustandrew) wrote2013-07-20 10:46 pm
best be gone from here by dark
They're up at first light, huddling in their sleeping bags against the lingering chill, drinking coffee and eating breakfast bars, not talking much. By the time they're done, the air has warmed; the locator spell is still glowing underneath the dig site, and they pick up work where they left off.
It's just past noon when their shovels first start turning up things that Andrew thinks he recognizes: fragments of rotting fabric in familiar patterns, pieces of wood that might have once been furniture in Buffy's house.
Jonathan's shovel strikes metal, and a shaft of brilliant light shoots up from under the dirt.
It's just past noon when their shovels first start turning up things that Andrew thinks he recognizes: fragments of rotting fabric in familiar patterns, pieces of wood that might have once been furniture in Buffy's house.
Jonathan's shovel strikes metal, and a shaft of brilliant light shoots up from under the dirt.