I sought for who I was in writing. All that mattered were the hours writing in my favorite coffee house, trying to get away from the world, strugging to create the perfect story.
Was that truly all? Esther Sinclair is the only person who can see me. It can’t be a coincidence that she’s also the girl I never dared to love in life.
Leaving the coffee house I haunt is dangerous. Soul Takers wait for me, whenever I apparate elsewhere. They’ve caught my scent. Judging from their monstrous visages behind their claims of offering salvation, the last thing I want is for them to catch me.
My time as a ghost is running out. If only I could figure out what to do with that time, how to move forward. It’s a lot harder to do, once you’re dead.
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