Auntie Zeng’s eyes water. She rises to her feet, opens a window, lets plumes of smoke into the sky. “It’s not about my gods or your Auntie Lois’s God being the right one. There are thousands of gods that open thousands of doors to anyone who knocks. It’s about deciding which doors you want to open.” But Cora doesn’t feel like she’s decided anything. She feels like someone has grabbed her chin and taped her eyelids open and forced her to stare at something she never wanted to see. She never asked for these ghosts. Delilah is dragging her across planes. Even in death, she has Cora on a string,
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