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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 6264146" data-attributes="member: 21938">There is a pause, then the door opens. Mad Megan ushers you all inside, glances around and then closes the door behind her. She throws a bar across it. Inside the cottage it is stuffy, but warm compared to the snow outside. A single fire warms the tiny single room. Dried herbs hang from the rafters and all around the walls. "Can you protect me too?" she asks. "When the spawn of Arawn comes for me? It hasn't gone unnoticed, that all who speak too much fall sick and die, or meet with an accident on the ice or in the woods, or in the dead of night. A spirit walks among us that seeks to hide the truth of what happened all those years ago. "Is it her, I wonder? Sometimes people say it wears the guise of a maid in white, fair of hair, just like she was before.... And yet sometimes it seems to be a man of God, his face rotten with decay. Can you help us?"She looks beseachingly into the faces of Myfanwy, Gwyneira and Quint, the suddenly she turns away and pokes the fire."And yet should you help us? Perhaps this is our just punishment. If we speak now we die, but we should have said something long ago."</blockquote>