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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Not A Tease
Harley We ended the second night at Westbane Reformatory on a disturbing note. Jeremy and Brendan had zombie-walked into the house for no apparent reason. And apparently, I had been channeling Penelope again, though I had yet to go back and review the video files. Elijah had admitted that I had been “overly friendly”, which probably meant my ghost had started dry humping him in the office. “But,” Eli had said with a deep frown line between his eyebrows, “I think she told us something important. She said Frost was killing the kids to stay young.” I had scoffed at that. Maybe Lawrence Frost was delusional enough to think that he could somehow contrive immortality, but it obviously wasn’t real. Obviously. I dragged myself into the back of the camper and changed my clothes out to a comfor
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