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Lessons Learnt‘Do not look at me. Look at the words.’
‘But it’s back,’ Santha said to Dandon from his desk. ‘The ghost. And it’s jumping from room to room again, I can feel it.’
‘Fascinating,’ Dandon said with thinly veiled impatience. ‘Do you think me so incompetent as to let in a wight without my knowledge?’
‘No, but—’
‘Let us continue, shall we?’
Santha lowered her gaze back to the text. It was from Dandon’s personal collection, one he’d studied time and time again as a child. These were the basics, he had said, an area she sorely lacked. She cleared her mind and focused on the task at hand.
‘You know the stories, Santha. You know the histories.’ Dandon stood behind her, clasping the back of her chair as she read the fundamentals of folklore. ‘Fae or wights, wee people or Si
