Black line-drawn symbol sheet titled Magical Symbols of the Elves of Fyn, with each symbol labelled by a meaning such as love, healing, truth and journey.

Magical symbols of the Elves of Fyn sheet

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A black line drawing reference sheet titled Magical Symbols of the Elves of Fyn, showing about twenty small symbols arranged in two columns, each with a printed label naming its meaning. The symbols use simple, even outlines and a few solid shapes, with no shading. The layout is a plain white page with the title at the top and the symbols evenly spaced beneath it.

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Mind the puddle by the fish stall, it's deeper than it looks, and sit where the awning keeps the wet off you. Now. The rain had been coming down on the market at Fenwick Cross since the morning bells, and by noon the cobbles ran like a river toward the drain. Mabry Lowe had lost her grandmother's brooch somewhere between the cheese cart and the bakery, and she stood in the middle of it all turning out her apron pockets one by one.

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A stranger in a green oilskin ducked under the awning beside her and watched her do it. He had a folded paper in his hand, a sheet of the old Elves of Fyn marks that the chandler sold for a penny each. He tapped the one that looked like a small sun, a ring of thin rays with the centre left empty, and said that was the sign for a lost object. Hold it in your mind, he said, and walk the road you came by, and the thing will show itself. Mabry laughed at him. Then she laughed less, because she had already walked that road twice.

So she went back past the cheese cart and the bakery steps, where somebody had chalked an eye with a diamond in its middle on the wall. She looked properly this time. Under the lip of a barrel, half sunk in the grey water, a small arch of tarnished brass caught the light. The sign for hidden was only a curve, the stranger had said, a door left ajar. She fished the thing out and it was not her brooch at all but a child's thimble, bent at one side.

The boy who had dropped it was crying by the bakery door, so she knelt in the wet and gave it back to him, and he ran off without a word. When she returned to the awning the stranger had gone. On the bench lay his folded paper, the sun-sign uppermost, and tucked under it was her grandmother's brooch, dry as a biscuit.