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Elara stared at the telegram, and for the first time, a tear slid down her cheek—not a ghost tear, but a real one, warm and salt-bright. It landed on the paper and soaked in.

Mikki cleared her throat. “Yes to what?” mikki taylor

Mikki smiled. Ghost stories were common in old journals. She donned her cotton gloves and turned the page. Elara stared at the telegram, and for the