Lake Lewisia #1120

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“I’m so nervous,” she whispered, a sound that made windowpanes shiver in their frames and light bulbs buzz in their shades. As one of the newly dead, she was still settling into her afterlife and learning her way around the spectral version of the home in which she breathed her last. One of the older ghosts, looking down on the living people just entering the foyer with the real estate agent, told her, “Just remember: they’re more afraid of you than you are of them--or they will be by the time we’re done.”

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LL#1120