Chapter Three. On Halloween Street
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 Tamsin and I hired a ghostly taxi, and loaded our several boxes of possessions for our move to Coronado. As we rode over the Bay Bridge, she brushed her short, dark hair back with a quick swipe of one pale hand, and said: "You know, this is great. I don't mind being a ghost in the city, and this probably means we have a long tenure ahead of us."
I had some doubts, but had to agree: "The signs are good. If Rector is making me chronicler, and us keepers of the season gate, it probably means he wants to keep us on for a while."
And thus we began a new chapter in our afterlives, in the Neitherworld, of which we'll tell more one day. It's neither here nor there, neither now nor ever. At this moment, we are finished—in more ways than one. So we'll talk again some day. Until then, adieu and best wishes.
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