Jen Fisher

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As our bodies pass, I feel the ghosts again, remember the way his skin felt, the callus on his finger. But it’s nothing, just fog that fades the moment you try to touch it. The ghosts aren’t hungry, they aren’t magnets. They’re just dead.
The Bell in the Fog (Evander Mills Mysteries Book 2)
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