Chapter Twenty-Three
“What’s he got to do with any of this?” David sputtered, looking between the ethereal form of the specter and the filthy boy. “All he’s done every time I’ve seen him, he’s tried to hurt me!” “That’s because he was punished by your grandmother when she was young,” the specter hissed, running a cold finger down the side of David’s face, eliciting a shudder from the boy. “She was a hot-head, my daughter; punishing the boy for his own misgivings.” “Yes!” The boy spat, bringing a fist eye level. “That monster you call Grandma killed me and threw my body away to rot, letting everyone think that I simply ran away! I can’t even leave her lands because my bones reside here… you know how hard it is not being able to fall asleep, to always be cold and wet?” “Look, I’m sorry for what she did, but
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