They kept their wishes in bird cages, dangling outside their windows. They almost couldn’t bear to hear the wishes sing, but it seemed even worse to let them go.
The ghost ships drifted sometimes into the shipping lanes, but their appearance could never be predicted. It was bad luck to board one, and worse luck to break one down for salvage.
The faerie-traps grew where they liked, needing no care or encouragement, and kept themselves well-fed.
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