THE GHOST IN HIS OWN HOME

PARALLEL WORLD THYME'S POV:

The chill marble bit at my naked feet as I slid out from the window. Ratchanee's urgent shout reverberated—Get to your room! —but where was it? This house was a tomb of secrets, and I a ghost wandering in search of a grave. I crept soundlessly, clinging to the walls,...

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