Paper Ghosts
Julia Heaberlin
"When she was twelve, my sister fell into a grave."
"When she was twelve, my sister fell into a grave."
"It was almost midday as Hal hurried along the seafront, clutching her jacket against the biting wind."
"As a boy, I admired Humphrey Bogart in a big way."
"The rules of the Crave were simple."
"The key slides and turns in the lock, as smooth and slippery as a silverfish."
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