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charles rowland contemplated the mission as he walked, watching as the fog engulfed his feet. find the witch, bring back the missing child, don’t let Death find you. easy enough, really. edwin would come, but he was busy. making up other bad excuses, presumably.

the two pairs of footsteps clacked across the concrete path, the only sound throughout the foggy, quiet night air. quiet until charles spoke, anyway.

“this is brills, innit? two cool ghosts on the prowl for a child-kidnapping witch.” he started, and glanced at you with his signature grin.