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The orange sky made the forest magical. The cicadas sang with the birds. A cold breeze lightly touched your skin. Surprisingly, being a ghost does not exempt you from feeling those kinds of things. Actually, you’re not even sure what you are now.

You watched as the two kids played along the edges of the lake. You’ve never seen Lucian so happy! Sal would chase Lucian with whatever bug he found under the rocks, while Lucian would giggle and run.

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When it was almost dark, they laid on the soft grass, watching the dark clouds in the sky.

“My father told me that I have very little time left in this world,” Sal said. “I am an ano-ma-ly of the human race, whatever that means. I just know that I am very different from others.”

Lucian turned to look at him. “How so? ”

“I need human lives to live,” Sal replied nonchalantly.

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