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Toby lashed out, gasping for air. The morning light was blinding. His clothes were too tight.
‘Hey, hey, you’re safe,’ said Nicko leaning over him, his beard fluffy between them.
‘Whu-whu, hu?’
‘You were having a nightmare, my boy. It’s OK, though. We’re here.’
‘No. No. Oberon…’
‘He’s not here. He hasn’t found us.’
‘He has.’
‘No.’
‘You don’t understand.’ Toby sat up. ‘Alice found me. Stella was with her. Oberon followed them into my dream.’
‘Keep your voice down.’ Nicko gestured to the families sharing their shelter.
‘He was in my head! They’re with him.’
Nicko scratched his beard. ‘Toby, anxiety plays tricks on the mind.’
‘Nicko, just listen. This wasn’t a nightmare. Alice told me a prophecy.’
‘A prophecy?’ asked Harry. The ghost was on his knees, stoking a small fire. ‘N
