Lake Lewisia #699

“So You Want to Start a Haunting,” he read off the little signpost set in front of the meeting room, double checked his much-annotated programming schedule, and slipped in to find a free seat. Up at the front of the room, the instructor scurried from one end of a table to another as she demonstrated methods for packing arcane materials into hollow resin limbs or stuffing charms into plush bodies. Though some in the haunted doll community might turn their nose up at such tender young creations–preferring vintage vessels, long-dead ghosts, or both–he could think of nothing more satisfying than creating a fresh form for a spirit looking to inhabit something.

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LL#699