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I stepped onto the fresh, clean floorboards as though they would break under me at any moment. A real possibility in a haunted house. I invariably pulled Luca up to the fire so we stood only a few feet from our phantom friend. He didn’t look any different from when we’d last talked.
I stretched myself to my full height and swallowed the lump in my throat. “We. . .we need your help.”
Todd lifted an eyebrow. “You haven’t hurt yourself again, have ya?”
I shook my head. “It’s not that. We need you to look at something and tell us what it says.”
That got the other eyebrow lifted. “Why me?”
Luca nodded at him. “Because only the dead can decipher what we need looked at, and you’re the only dead person we know.”
Todd shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lu
