Everything is always the same. Except for the dead. They never come back. The fire pops, a bit of kindling sliding to the base of the fireplace. Right on schedule. Grey will reappear soon. I sigh. Practiced words wait on my tongue, though sometimes it takes the girls a while to awaken from the sleeping ether Grey gives them. They’re always frightened at first, but I’ve learned how to ease their fears, to charm and coax them into trusting me.
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