He knew that too. He had seen enough of these strange, translucent fragments of memories to know that they were just echoes, pieces of history that the house kept safe, unaffected by the present. So why was Luke still there? He didn’t say a word. He just sat down on the floor, shoulder to shoulder with a ghost, keeping her company. In the hallway, Sera knew it didn’t, couldn’t, change the memory, because that night had already happened and Luke hadn’t been there, but what it could do, what it did do, was a simple magical act of transmutation. She saw the memory through his eyes. And what she
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