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…orest, hadn’t even allowed the flames she’d already spread to consume it. But of course she hadn’t. She’d infected him with ghost sickness, anchored herself like a leech in his soul to drain what every ghost craved most. Letting him die early meant missing out on all the fun she was promised.
Celia McKinley
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