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The day was long with Midge, Bee and I cooped up in Judith’s curtain-covered flat. We poured over her ancient tomes, some of which the lettering dumbfounded even my astute grandmother. By the time evening rolled around we were exhausted, but Gina was more so.
She stumbled into the flat and collapsed on a chair. “My aching feet,” she moaned.
“Let me mix up a broth for that,” Bee offered as Midge and she scurried into the kitchen.
Gina gingerly removed her shoes and winced. The smell of sweat floated from her soaked and reddened toes. “I must have walked the whole of the campus four times.”
“And you still didn’t find anything?” I wondered as I shut the book in front of me.
She shook her head. “Not a hint of a malevolent soul. Wherever or in whomever it hides, the spirit will
