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

Russ sipped at his drink. “Everybody knows about the Sizzle; 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 the Sizzle, communicated with the Sizzle, even banished the Sizzle.”

“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 the Sizzle, and I need to know what this means.”

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