ah.
well, he's not surprised. there's only so long he can really keep that quiet, given the truth of what it was. he swallows the rest of his whiskey in one drink and sets the glass down.
" no. he's not a ghost, and he's not dead. he's, ah.... more like a shadow.
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between them. “i feared the ghost in the beginning. he haunts you. i know his name from watching you sleep.” she steps closer, feeling like she’s at the altar of a god when near him.
“tell me about 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍.”
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