“Do you believe in ghosts?” she asked me. I guffawed. “Never seen one.” She stared at me strangely and turned away to watch the flickering candle. Suddenly she reached out to it and let the flame lick her fingers. I saw shadows leap against the bare walls. She bent over and blew out the candle. A cold gust of wind rushed in and I saw her figure swirl out of the open window.
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