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“It’s,” I whispered, “me.”

Louder.

“I came to find you,” I whispered.

“So?” the shadow murmured. The rain behind me fell in a solid sheet. Lightning shimmered. But still no thunder.

“Constance,” I said at last to the dark shape on the tall shelf with the shadows of rain curtaining it. “Listen.”

And at last I said my name.

Silence.

I spoke again.

Oh God, I thought, she’s really dead!

No more of this! Get out, damn, go! But even in turning, the slightest shrug, it happened. The shadow above with a faceless face quickened with the merest breath.

I hardly heard, I only sensed the shadow.

“What?” it exhaled.

I quickened, glad for life, any life, any pulse.

“My name.” I gave it again.

“Oh,” someone murmured.

Which hammered me to quicker life. I leaned away from rain into cold tomb air.

“I’ve come to save you,” I whispered.

“So?” the voice murmured.

It was the merest mosquito dance in the air, not heard, no, not there. How could a dead woman speak?


Good,” the whisper said. “Night.”

“Don’t sleep!” I cried. “Sleep and you won’t come back! Don’t die.”

“Why?” came the murmur.

“Because,” I gasped. “Because. I say so.”

“Say.” A sigh.

Jesus, I thought, say something!

“Say!” said the faintest shadow.

“Come out!” I murmured. “This isn’t your place!”

“Yes.” The faintest brush of sound.

“No!” I cried.

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