The ghost’s soft glow passed from window to window. Hidden, crouching in the underbrush, I watched the transparent figure traverse the long hall. The crumbling, tattered house stood alone within the shadowed vale amid the towering trees, its thatched roof falling to decay. The spirit’s low light flickered and disappeared.
A bitter chill crept into my bones as I lay low against the earth. Shivering, I tried to focus on breathing: in out, in out. I pulled my eyes from the house to take a quick note; I stared at the page, wondering how I could see it so clearly.
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