Chapter Twenty-Six
“Sam?” Opal repeated, her voice rising in tenor. “I don’t know who that is.” “That’s what the Book told me to call it,” David said, looking off to the grass near the lone tombstone. “Grandma said it does that, as well as other things that seem to go contrary to what you two are telling me.” “You can’t listen to her!” Lee growled. “And why is that?” David snapped his attention back to the two spirits before him. “Because you’re relatives of mine too? All I have is your word on all of this, and you’re trying to get me to supposedly finish this ritual a way that seems different then what Sam wrote out.” “He would have you drink a potion, one that enslaves your mind,” Opal said, holding a thin finger up and wagging it. “The Book is a liar, a deceiver… you should trust us because we’ve been
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