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003 ☠ dictated

[ Here at last, the elusive Effy no longer hiding behind loopy writing or Morse code, if only because her arm hurts too much to do either. Today she dictates to the journal, raspy as if after much crying and sounding just as tired. She might as well be reading the dictionary: ]

Monster. From the Old French monstre. A bad portent.

A large, ugly, frightening imaginary creature. Or to criticize and reprimand harshly. To monster. [ She chuckles a little, dryly. ]

We have many monsters here. They're everywhere. Outside your window. Under your bed. In your bed. [ Another giggle. ] If we imagine something, does it become real? When we forget, does it disappear? But when it's quiet and you close your eyes and concentrate, you'll remember. And it comes back to you.

You can't imagine broken bones. Can you?

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[ She likes it too. She fancies herself a novice mastermind. ]

Nothing I can pay you with that the castle can't grant with a word.

That is correct.

Yet money and material possessions as payment are simply for the weak willed, the greedy and the unimaginative. It is true they serve a purpose, yet they do not have the same value that a favour or information can carry.

It an be quite a spiritually uplifting concept.