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DARCY
I stared at the envelope containing the finished photographs, perplexed. It wasn't possible. I'd heard of this sort of thing before, but I'd always thought they were frauds.
“This is beyond weird,” I told Charlie. “Ever seen those aura photographs from the psychic fairs?”
“Yeah.” Charlie lit a cigarette. “What about them?”
“These are the photos I did at Duchess’ wedding last night.” I held up the envelope.
Charlie took a long drag. “You work fast.”
“They’re going back to Egypt today. I promised her I’d drop them at their hotel.” I opened the envelope and passed a photo to him. “Take a look at this.”
Charlie looked at the large photograph for a moment. It was Connor alone, standing by a window in the church, bathed in light. Behind him was what appeared to be a ghost figure
