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“A memory from each of us?” Tamara stepped forward. “How about I offer something better?”
The ghost gave her a creepy head tilt, like her neck was snapped. ‘Better than memories? What could be better?”
“Knowledge," Tamara said. "About what I am. What's happening to me. You've been here for ages, right? You must've seen others like me before.”
The ghost laughed, the sound echoing like wind blowing through empty houses. “Clever little Bridge. Trying to trade questions for freedom?”
“Not trade,” Tamara let her power show, silver and gold swirling around her fingers. “Share. You're stuck here, guarding dead things. When was the last time you learned something new?”
The ghost drifted closer. Up close, Tamara could see through her to the graves behind. “You know what? You're interesti
