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After centuries at the bottom of the sea, Aypi’s troubled spirit stirred. Her ghost swam up through the strata of brine and into the dusk. The impending relocation had affected even the village ghost.
Rather than ranging far, she remained near the smouldering ashes of the life that was once dear to her, whirling around the village all night. Throwing aside the weight of the centuries, she coursed through the open air, and without bodily form to obstruct her, she was as free as the wind to sneak through any aperture she desired, only to leave again just as freely. For a time she flew through the top of one house, left through the door, then entered through the door of another house, and then out again through the roof.
Though she flitted around them all night, the appearance of the vil
