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attention drifting, he let the thoughts go as he exhaled and refocused his mind on his breath.
    After a few minutes, he began to feel more relaxed. More at peace. After about ten minutes of meditating on his breath, he sensed something different. Not a thought. Not a feeling. He wasn’t sure what it was. It was like trying to remember an event based on the momentary sniff of a once-recognizable fragrance. A feeling he knew, but had never felt before. Strange and familiar at the same time. Then it came to him and he knew what it was and why he recognized it. It was the feeling he had in his dreams of the future. The feeling that would linger with him for moments after waking from the dream. It made him feel fearful and powerful and lightheaded all at once. He slowly breathed the feelings of anxiety out.
    Leather chair. Book cases lining the walls. A small table. A glass of wine. A fireplace, the flames leaping up into the chimney. On the chair. A book.
    Gabriel opened his eyes. “I saw a room.”
    “Really,” Ohin said, a quizzical look on his brow. “What room?”
    “I don’t know. There was a bookcase and a fireplace. And a leather chair. And this book was on the chair. The Time Machine was on the chair.” Gabriel held the old novel up in his hands.
    “Curious,” Ohin said. “I was expecting you’d report more of a tingling feeling, not a full placement vision.”
    “That was one of the places the novel has been, wasn’t it?” Gabriel asked, already knowing the answer.
    “Yes,” Ohin said. “That room was where the book resided for the first ten years of its existence. It is very unusual that you were able to see it so clearly. And so far back. And so soon. It took me a week to gain my first time-sight of a relic. And even then I could only press back a few years of its existence.”
    “I felt something odd at first,” Gabriel said. “Like what I feel when I have dreams that come true. Will I still have dreams like that?”
    “Probably not,” Ohin said. “Once out of the timeline of The Primary Continuum, your time-sense, which is that feeling you described, is usually useless for prediction. Unless you are back in a specific time for a long enough span of years. There are exceptions. Nefferati for one. But she is very old, and the power did not come back to her for a long time. However, you will be able to sense the flow of time around people and things in the places you travel.
    “Well, now that you have found a destination, why don’t we try a quick visit? But first, one last alteration to our appearance.” Ohin shimmered again, suddenly appearing as a Caucasian man instead of an African, his skin a pinkish white rather than dark chocolate. Gabriel gaped. Ohin still looked like himself, only not at all.
    “We don’t want to appear out of place if we are seen,” Ohin said.
    “You just look so odd,” Gabriel said before he realized what he meant and what he had said didn’t resemble each other at all. Any more than this Ohin resembled the real one.
    “You’ll get used to seeing yourself look different,” Ohin said. “However, I can adjust the attunement of the amulet so that anyone with another amulet will see me more normally, while everyone else will see me as you do now.” Ohin shimmered again, suddenly himself, still dressed in a Victorian suit. After a few moments of instruction, Gabriel made a similar modification to the color of his skin that anyone seeing him might experience.
    “Hand me the book,” Ohin said. “but keep your hand on it.” Gabriel did as told. Ohin used one hand to share the book with Gabriel and placed his other hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “In order to take someone or something through time with you, it is best to touch them. There are exceptions, but they are best tried only by powerful and experienced Time Mages.
    “Also, a Time Mage can learn to ghost the movement of another Time Mage through time, to follow them to their destination, even without