“This is a beautiful spot.” Suddenly chilled, he rubbed his arms. “Peaceful, but the air feels heavy.” “You feel it, too, the sadness?” Her voice rose. “I wouldn’t go that far.” “Do you believe in ghosts?” she said. “Not really.” He was not going to talk about the dead, the spirit world, any of it.... “I do.” She smiled. “My mother taught me to believe in them.” “Yeah, well, lucky you. Mine taught me to believe in human monsters.” He glanced back at the headrace. Again, the feeling of being watched. “Your mother liked a good ghost story?” “She was psychic.” “No shit.” “Your mother liked a good
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One of my favorite exchanges between Will and Hannah, this echoes the novel's beginnings as a ghost story.
