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Once everything was settled, I moved to the door to show them out but stopped when a shimmering form floated through the wood. “Hey, Al, I—Whoa, who’s the ugly guy?” Roy asked, “Hey, Al, I—Whoa, who’s the ugly guy?” Roy asked, shoving his iridescent glasses higher on his nose. “Malik,” I answered, and then winced when Malik turned at the sound of his name. “Yes?” I shook my head. Only I could see or hear Roy. I used to be so good at not talking to people no one else could see. Of course, until recently, I couldn’t have heard Roy unless I’d tried. That was another thing that had changed. “There’s a ghost,” I said by way of explanation. “He asked who you were.” “A real specter?” Malik looked around, his dark eyes shining with interest. “Can he frighten the living by making the lights
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