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Jamie, who had watched in silent, terrified awe, grabbed her wrist. "He spoke of Randall."

Jamie drew his dirk. "Aye. But first—does it show you anything else? Anything of us?" outlander s01 libvpx

She hesitated. If she played it, would she see her husband Frank? The war? A way home? Jamie, who had watched in silent, terrified awe,

Then the man looked directly at the camera, as if seeing Claire through three hundred years. "To the woman from the future: The codec is a cage. Break the slate, or you will never leave this century. He will find you. The one called Black Jack." But first—does it show you anything else

The air rippled. The fire dimmed. And there, projected in shimmering, low-resolution glory—because even magic used compression—was a scene. Not of the 1940s. But of the very glen they now occupied. Only the trees were younger, and the men wore different plaid.

Black Jack Randall—Frank's ancestor, her tormentor—knew of it. He had been hunting such artifacts for the Duke of Sandringham. If he got the slate, he could control who traveled, and when.

It was no stone circle, no relic of clan battle. It was a small, obsidian-black slate, smooth as a frozen loch. Jamie handed it to her, mud dripping from his fingers. "Found it near the old cairn, Sassenach. Feels... wrong."