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The room was dimly lit by a single candle. The world outside was darkened and muted by the heavy snowfall and all were abed but him and me.
He knelt at the table, his finger tracing over the dark symbols, foreign strange things. He whispered to himself, memorizing, reiterating, practicing. I would wake. I would kneel beside him, chewing on my fist and leaning against his arm.
He was learning to read, and though he knew it not and neither did I, he was teaching me.
