May 1978 | Open
Mary followed her gaze to the blackboard and raised her eyebrows as she looked at it. “Runes?” she asked. Ancient Runes was not her forte. “I’m afraid I can’t be of much help with that. Do you take Runes?”
“Yes, I do,” Moira replied as she nodded. She squinted as she looked at the symbols at the blackboard. “Which is how I know that those symbols are not runes. I have no idea what they mean. However, they still make me feel uneasy for some reason.”













