veil."

He'd never spoken this openly about his experience just before being turned, and I was listening with as much fascination as Charles.

"Do you think it's a good place?"

Paul smiled, and his eyes grew hazy, distant with memory. "Definitely."

"You're sure?"

Paul's gaze sharpened, and he nodded, the motion firm and confident. "I'm positive. You'll be happy there."

Charles paced the room a few more times. Energy surged and ebbed, but I wasn't worried. It never surged to a dangerous level. Finally the ghost nodded and turned toward me and my grandfather. "You said you help ghosts move on?"

Before I could say anything, PopPop spoke, and I was happy to let him f...

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