#ghostless

chapter one of "ghostless" is now up on patreon

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"Clem turned the page and found another colour plate, covered with a layer of protective tissue. Someone was kneeling before a figure in a black feathered cloak. The cloak had a hood that shrouded the wearer’s face in deep shadow. All that could be seen beneath it was the glint of eyes..."

Two months went by      & the house was still empty                   I went to see it with you  one afternoon              From the outside                         it mostly looked the same but it wasn’t mine anymore        Something indefinable                                           had gone                Weeds stood tall as our heads                & plastic sheeting snapped in the wind

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Clem jumped down on to the tracks, and Hyacinth followed suit. His boots clanged on the metal rail. ‘Last time I was down here,’ he said, ‘that light was broken.’ He pointed towards a bulb overhead. ‘That one. Third from the end.’

‘And now it’s not,’ said Jasmine. ‘What does that mean, I wonder?’

‘Engineers,’ said Hyacinth darkly, and switched on the hurricane lamp.

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chapter five of "ghostless" is up! this one's a little shorter than usual because i had to split it into two parts. next update will be on october 13th; interlude and further reading will be... sometime in the next two weeks, probably.

links to previous chapters below:

I think this whole ghost situation is getting to me a bit.

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Clem circled back around to the front of the shop. Nobody was at the counter. Stepping closer, though, she noticed a small brass bell – the kind you might find at a reception desk in an old-fashioned hotel. The sticker next to it said 'Ring for assistance'.

She pressed the bell firmly. Nothing happened.

‘That doesn’t work,’ said a deep voice from under the counter.

He leaned forwards; his eyes had a feverish glint. ‘If we work together, you and me, we could pull off something big. Something they'll really notice.'

‘For the last time, Elijah, there is no you and me.'

He dismissed this with a careless wave of the hand. His voice turned soft and cajoling. ‘C’mon. You’re interested, aren't you? I can tell.'

Val was about to snap back that she wasn't interested, not in any sense of the word – but before she could, the door creaked open again, seemingly of its own accord.

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new chapter! (and new POV!) it's a little late but who's counting

the second Ghostless interlude is up!!