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This has a different take, but obviously the same inspiration as a drabble from about this time last year.
It worked. He was here – and He was there.
Carson pocketed the TimeStream and adjusted his uniform’s straps and helmet. He hoped it was good enough to blend in.
The day was eerily quiet as he made his way to the hilltop, except for the keening of the women.
A guard watched him approach and looked away. Glancing up, Carson saw the thorns were there. His throat caught, and he palmed a vial. The nail through His feet looked more like a railroad spike — and yes, they were still bleeding.
Carson collected a few drops. His blood. His DNA.