The dark figure sidled up next to Russ at the bar. “I understand you’re a man who knows about ghosts.”

Russ sipped at his drink. “Everybody knows about ghosts; what they read in storybooks and see in cartoons.”

The figure pressed the subject, motioning to the bartender to freshen Russ’s drink. “But you know more about ghosts. You’ve seen ghosts, communicated with ghosts, even banished ghosts.”

“Not anymore,” Russ said, taking another sip. “Not for a long time. Why do you want to know?”

The figure let their dark cloak slip off. “Because I am a ghost, and I need to know what this means.”

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