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“I’d describe myself more as your guide.”
“My guide?” she repeated. “As in … you know … as in, well, you know a ghost?” She stared at her sandwich and her drink, just the same as twenty years ago when she’d spent the day with her parents out near Bigalow Creek. Her hands moved over the soft picnic rug, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember whether it was the same colour or pattern.
Hauled back from her memories by his touch, she met his gaze.
“Your hands are shaking.”
She didn’t have to check, she knew because her whole body was going through sensations that scared her. Her heart throbbed in her chest and her pulse hammered in her ears she nearly missed his words.
“I’m not a ghost, although I can see where you get confused.”
“A guide?” she asked again. “Why … why would I need a guide?”
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