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Cheek pressed to the glass, Laszlo tries to focus on the room’s thick shadows. It’s hard to keep his focus though; the wind outside is gentle, carrying the fragrance of spring flowers.
“Do you see any?” Ellie asks, peering up at him. Laszlo shifts on the ladder, and takes another look.
“No ghosts,” he says. From behind the draped wardrobe, the Dark waves at him. Laszlo waves back.
“Who are you waving at?” Ellie asks.
“Just the Dark,” he says, slipping down the ladder. The ghosts are all outside today after all, enjoying the spring sunshine, shining in the sunlight.
