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... s on the way up here. This wasn’t far from them.
But knowing something was possible and seeing it were different things, and what he felt looking at the shape in the silver-dusted air was something quieter than shock, a low, flat sadness that didn’t announce itself.
Normal deaths didn’t produce wraiths. Something had to go deeply wrong for a soul to calcify into something like this.
The finger resting on the trigger didn’t move.
Rick looked back at him.
Wh ...
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