[The Brucolac donates the biscuits to his puca, keeps the tea for visitors and the cup and card for himself. Imps deliver a note and a gift in return.]
May winter's bite be without teeth, and the moon brighten even the longest nights.
Relax.
The Brucolac.
[The gift, adorned with a sprig of mistletoe, is a book of illustrated myths and legends, the colours enchanted to shift and twist under the eye.]
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May winter's bite be without teeth, and the moon brighten even the longest nights.
Relax.
The Brucolac.
[The gift, adorned with a sprig of mistletoe, is a book of illustrated myths and legends, the colours enchanted to shift and twist under the eye.]