“I’m sorry,” Clara said.
“For?”
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“I have none, Clara.”Clara knew that was not entirely true. Eleanor did in fact have something that approached emotion. She had taken liberties on several occasions to help souls pass instead of remaining trapped in this realm… Eventually they become shadows of themselves, twisted, shallow, and sadistic… poltergeists.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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