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“I looked across the cold and silver swirling sea.”
Saberlane: March 22, 2018, 3:48 PMNothing out of the ordinary has happened in the office since my last post, just the usual sounds (and smells every now and then, like flowers maybe? Perfume?) so just normal haunting, not full-on poltergeist materialization. NBD.
But . . . something else has been happening. Something I hadn’t picked up on at first, but looking back, has been going on for a couple of weeks now.
Every once in a while I would think about going back to the storage warehouse Orvin and I visited—the run-down Lower East Side former apartment building where we found some old mundane paperwork about this version of Ackerly Green, as well as the pins. My mind kept wandering back to the little room where we found everything. T
