Ghost Layer, Day 3, A Snippet of Conversation With a Historic Ghost
*I can’t hear you, Clare,* the phantom said roguishly with a side glance at the housekeeper, who’d paled.
Clare stopped a sigh. “Good morning, J. Dawson,” she said aloud. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t leave your bones as a gift anymore.”
He smiled, tilted his head. *I do not recalling agreeing to that.*
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