that people tell each other, repeated so often that it becomes an accepted truth. In this case, it’s a silly myth told to frighten young Wunsoc scholars.” He waved a hand dismissively. “I wouldn’t pay it any heed.” “Told you,” Hawthorne said to Cadence. “It’s not real.” “It’s real,” Cadence insisted. “My mum knows a lady whose great-aunt was taken for the Ghastly Market. They never saw her again.”