![]() ![]() Very salty.” The ghost paused and twirled about, trailing misty tendrils through the air. “Maccon? Or was it bacon? I used to like bacon. When she began speaking, it became abundantly clear that this was indeed the case, for the ghost’s mental faculties were degenerated and her voice was high and breathy, sounding as though it emanated from some distance away. The ghost in question was rather fuzzy around the edges and not entirely cohesive in the middle either. Let me ascertain the particulars.” Floote glided off to find the deeds. “Floote,” asked Lady Maccon slowly, so as not to startle the creature, “did we know this house came with a ghost? Was that in the leasing documentation?” The Maccons turned the full force of their collective attention onto the specter before them. ![]() Alexia’s parasol did have a small bottle of smelling salts among its many secret accoutrements, but this ghost required immediate attention with no time to revive troublesome sisters. Alexia and Conall looked at each other for a moment and then left Felicity slumped over in her chair by mutual and silent agreement. ![]()
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