Probably, folks really just getting nervous. Even Mary might have succumbed, what with the fog hanging over us. People just afraid of their own shadow. I don’t know about the smell, though. Easy thing to fool men’s eyes, but the nose, that’s the organ of truth. It’s the final test.
I’ll know what to do if they come. It’s what I did last time too. Polished silver holds ’em, but you need the right words too. Catch their reflection and say the spell. I may forget many things, but not those words. No, I must never forget that old song.
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