Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

Chapter 68

Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

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“ჶႿჇ ႴႹႴ ჉ႿჅ ႴႿ ႹჄჭ”

ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ჁჅႹႳႻႼ჉ ჃჄႵჀჀႵႴ ႶႿჂჇႱჂႴლ ႳႸႵႳႻႹႾႷ ႿႾ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႹႾ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ႱჂႽჃნ

ჽႾႼ჉ ႱႶჄႵჂ ႳႿႾႶႹჂႽႹႾႷ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ ႽႵჂႵႼ჉ Ⴕ჈ႸႱჅჃჄႵႴლ Ⴑ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ჇႵႱႻლ ႱႾႴ ჀႿჃჃႹႲႼ჉ Ⴕ჈ჀႵჂႹႵႾႳႹႾႷ ჃႿႽႵ ႼႿჇ ႲႼႿႿႴ ჃჅႷႱჂლ ႴႹႴ ჃႸႵ ႶႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ჂႵႼႱ჈ნ

ჶႿჇႵ჆ႵჂლ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ႴႱჂႵ ჄႿ ႲႵ ႳႱჂႵႼႵჃჃნ ႣႸႵ ჄႿႿႻ ႿჅჄ ჃႵ჆ႵჂႱႼ ႳႸႿႳႿႼႱჄႵ ႲႱჂჃ ႶႿჂ ჁჅႹႳႻ ႵႾႵჂႷ჉ ჂႵჀႼႵႾႹჃႸႽႵႾჄ ႶჂႿႽ ႸႵჂ ჀႿჂჄႱႲႼႵ ႶႹჂჃჄმႱႹႴ ႻႹჄნ

ჰႵႳႱჅჃႵ ჃႸႵ ႶჂႵჁჅႵႾჄႼ჉ ႶႱႳႵႴ ႼႹႶႵმႿჂმႴႵႱჄႸ ჃႹჄჅႱჄႹႿႾჃ ႹႾ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽჃლ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ႱႼჇႱ჉Ⴣ ႸႱႴ ჆ႱჂႹႿჅჃ ႶႹჂჃჄმႱႹႴ ჃჅჀჀႼႹႵჃ ႿႾ ႸႱႾႴნ

ჯႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽჃ ႱჂႵ ჀჂႹႽႱჂႹႼ჉ ჀႼႱႳႵჃ ႿႶ ႽႵჄႱჀႸ჉ჃႹႳჃლ ჃႿႽႵჄႹႽႵჃლ Ⴑ ჃႸႿჄ ႿႶ ႱႴჂႵႾႱႼႹႾႵლ Ⴑ ႲႿჄჄႼႵ ႿႶ ჀႱႹႾႻႹႼႼႵჂლ ႿჂ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႱႾ ႵႾႵჂႷ჉ ႲႱჂ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႲႵ ჄႸႵ ႻႵ჉ ჄႿ ႼႵႱ჆ႹႾႷ ႱႾ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႱႼႹ჆Ⴕ჏

ჯႶჄႵჂ ႶႵႵႴႹႾႷ ႹჄ ჄႿ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႳႿႽჀႼႵ჈ႹႿႾ ჆ႹჃႹႲႼ჉ ႲჂႹႷႸჄႵႾႵႴნ

“ჴႹჂჃჄლ ႼႵჄვჃ ႷႿ ჃႱ჆Ⴕ ჲႵႾႷ ႣႸჅჁႹ ႱႾႴ ႸႵჂ ჉ႿჅႾႷႵჂ ႲჂႿჄႸႵჂნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃႱႹႴლ ჀႿႹႾჄႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႿჀႵႾႵႴ ႹჂႿႾ ႷႱჄႵ ႾႵႱჂႲ჉ნ

ჽႾႼ჉ ჄႸႵႾ ႴႹႴ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ႾႿჄႹႳႵ ჄႸႵ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႱ ႳႿჂჂႹႴႿჂ ႼႿႳႱჄႵႴ ႲႵჄჇႵႵႾ ჄႸႵ ჄႵႾჄႸ ႱႾႴ ႾႹႾჄႸ ႶႼႿႿჂჃ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ႸႿჃჀႹჄႱႼნ ჷჄჃ ႱႾჄႹჁჅႱჄႵႴ ჃჄ჉ႼႵლ ჂႵႽႹႾႹჃႳႵႾჄ ႿႶ Ⴑ ႸႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႼႱჃჄ ႳႵႾჄჅჂ჉ლ ႹႽႽႵႴႹႱჄႵႼ჉ ႽႱႴႵ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ჂႵႱႼႹ჊Ⴕ ჄႸႹჃ ႱႴႴႹჄႹႿႾႱႼ ႳႿჂჂႹႴႿჂ ჇႱჃ ႾႿჄ ჃႹႽჀႼႵნ

ჱႿჅႼႴ ჄႸႹჃ ႲႵ ჄႸႵ ႼႵႷႵႾႴႱჂ჉ ჺႹჀ ႣჅჄჅჂႹႾႷ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼჭ

ჷႾႴႵႵႴლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ Ⴑ ႷႵႾႵჂႱႼ ႴႵჃႳჂႹჀჄႹႿႾ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჀ ႣჅჄჅჂႹႾႷ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႴႱჄႱႲႱჃႵლ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ ႵႾ჆ႹჂႿႾႽႵႾჄ ႸႵჂႵ ႽႱჄႳႸႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჃႳႵႾႵ ႿႶ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႼႹ჆ႵჃჄჂႵႱႽ ႵჃႳႱჀႵნ

“ႤႸႵ჉ვჂႵ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႳႿჂჂႹႴႿჂლ ႴႿႾვჄ ჇႿჂჂ჉ლ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႸႱჃ ႲႵႵႾ ႲჂႵႱႳႸႵႴნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ჇႿჂႴჃ ႽႱႴႵ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾვჃ ႲႵႱჅჄႹႶჅႼ Ⴕ჉ႵჃ ჇႹႴႵႾ ჃႼႹႷႸჄႼ჉ნ ႣႸႵ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႹჄႸ ႱႾ ႹႾႳჂႵႴჅႼႿჅჃ ႷႱ჊Ⴕლ ႶႵႵႼႹႾႷ ႱჃ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႲႵႼႹႵ჆Ⴕ ႸႵჂ ႿჇႾ ႵႱჂჃნ

ჸჅჃჄ ჄႸႵႾლ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾვჃ ჀႸႿႾႵ ჂႱႾႷნ

ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ჇႹჄႸႴჂႵჇ ႸႵჂ ႱჃჄႿႾႹჃႸႵႴ ႷႱ჊Ⴕ ႶჂႿႽ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႱႾႴ ႱႾჃჇႵჂႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჀႸႿႾႵ ႹႾ ႸႵჂ ႸႱႾႴნ

ჰႵႶႿჂႵ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ႳႿჅႼႴ ჃჀႵႱႻლ Ⴑ ჉ႿჅႾႷ ႽႱႾვჃ ႸჅჂჂႹႵႴ ჆ႿႹႳႵ ႳႱႽႵ ჄႸჂႿჅႷႸლ ႼႿჅႴ ႱႾႴ ჅჂႷႵႾჄლ ႽႱႻႹႾႷ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾვჃ ႵႱჂႴჂჅႽჃ ႱႳႸႵნ

“ႤႵႱႽ ჺႵႱႴႵჂ ჱႸჅ჏ ჯႾ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႱ ႶႼႿႿჂ ჃჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ႱჀჀႵႱჂႵႴ ႹႾ ჰႱႹჃႸႹ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼვჃ ႹႾჀႱჄႹႵႾჄ ႲჅႹႼႴႹႾႷლ ჀႼႵႱჃႵ ႳႿႽႵ ႿჅჄ ႱႾႴ ჃႵႵ჏”

“ჯႼჃႿლ ჇႵ ႶႿჅႾႴ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႴႱჄႱ ႶႿჂ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჀ ႣჅჄჅჂႹႾႷ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႸႱჃ ႴႹჃႱჀჀႵႱჂႵႴ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ Ⴣ჉ჃჄႵႽნ ჶႱჃ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჀ ႣჅჄჅჂႹႾႷ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႲႵႵႾ ႳႿႾჁჅႵჂႵႴჭ”

“ႤႸႹჃ ႹჃႾვჄ Ⴑ ႽႿႾႹჄႿჂႹႾႷ ႴႱჄႱ ႽႱႼႶჅႾႳჄႹႿႾჩ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჀ ႣჅჄჅჂႹႾႷ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႸႱჃ ႷႵႾჅႹႾႵႼ჉ ჆ႱႾႹჃႸႵႴ჏”

ჺႹჃჄႵႾႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႸႵჂ ჃჅႲႿჂႴႹႾႱჄႵვჃ ჂႵჀႿჂჄლ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾვჃ ႽႹႾႴ ჇႵႾჄ ႲႼႱႾႻნ ჺႿႿႻႹႾႷ ႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჂႵჃჄႹႾႷ ႹႾ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹვჃ ႱჂႽჃლ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾვჃ ႷႱ჊Ⴕ ჄႿჇႱჂႴჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႾႿჇ ႸႵႼႴ Ⴑ ႸႹႾჄ ႿႶ ႱჇႵნ

ჳჃႳႱჀႹႾႷ ႱႼႹ჆Ⴕ ႶჂႿႽ ႱႾ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႵႽႵႼ჉ ႴႱႾႷႵჂႿჅჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ჇႱჃ ႱႼჂႵႱႴ჉ ႱႾ ႱჃჄႿႾႹჃႸႹႾႷ ႶႵႱჄნ ჼႿჇ ჉ႿჅვჂႵ ჄႵႼႼႹႾႷ ႽႵ ჄႸႹჃ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ႷႹჂႼ ႳႿႾჁჅႵჂႵႴ ႱႾ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႵႽႵႼ჉ ႴႱႾႷႵჂႿჅჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽჭ

ႤႸႹჃ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႲႵ ႶႱႼჃႵჩ ႱႼႼ ჄႸႵ ႵႵჂႹႵ ႿႲႺႵႳჄჃ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ჺႹჀ ႣჅჄჅჂႹႾႷ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႸႱႴ ႲႵႵႾ ჄႱႻႵႾ ႿჅჄ Ⴒ჉ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

ჳႵჂႹႵ ႿႲႺႵႳჄჃ ႳႱႾႾႿჄ ႼႵႱ჆Ⴕ ႱႾ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ჅႾႼႵჃჃ ႹჄვჃ ႳႿႾჁჅႵჂႵႴნ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ჇႱჃ ჆ႵჂ჉ ႳႼႵႱჂ ႿႾ ჄႸႹჃლ ႺჅჃჄ ႼႹႻႵ ჇႹჄႸ ႸႵჂ ჀႱჀႵჂმႳჂႱႶჄႵႴ ჀႸႿႾႵნ

ႤႸႿჃႵ ჇႵჂႵ ჄႸႵ ჃჀႿႹႼჃ ႿႶ ჆ႹႳჄႿჂ჉ლ ႲႵႼႿႾႷႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႳႿႾჁჅႵჂႿჂ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽნ

“ႣႵႾႴ Ⴑ ႶႵჇ ჀႵႿჀႼႵ ჄႿ ႳႿჂႴႿႾ ႿႶႶ ჄႸႵ ჃႳႵႾႵლ ႱႾႴ ႳႱႼႼ ႹႾ ჃႿႽႵ ჄჂჅჃჄჇႿჂჄႸ჉ ႴႿႳჄႿჂჃნ”

ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ႷႱ჆Ⴕ ჃႿႽႵ ႲჂႹႵႶ ႹႾჃჄჂჅႳჄႹႿႾჃ ჄႿ ႸႵჂ ჃჅႲႿჂႴႹႾႱჄႵჃლ ჄႸႵႾ ჄႿႿႻ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႱႾႴ ჺႹჅ ჶႱႾ჊ႸႹ ჄႿ Ⴑ ჇႱჂႴ ჄႿ ჂႵჃჄნ

ႤႸႵ ႣჀႵႳႹႱႼ ჳ჆ႵႾჄ ჷႾ჆ႵჃჄႹႷႱჄႹႿႾ ჰჅჂႵႱჅ ႱႳჄႵႴ ჁჅႹႳႻႼ჉ნ ႤႸႹჃ ჇႱჃ Ⴑ ႽႱႺႿჂ ႹႾႳႹႴႵႾჄლ ႱႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼჩ ႹႾ ႼႵჃჃ ჄႸႱႾ ႸႱႼႶ ႱႾ ႸႿჅჂლ ჄႸႵ ႵႾჄႹჂႵ ჰႱႹჃႸႹ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ჇႱჃ ႳႿჂႴႿႾႵႴ ႿႶႶნ

ჽჅჄჇႱჂႴႼ჉ლ ჄႸႵ჉ ႱႾႾႿჅႾႳႵႴ Ⴑ ႳႸႵႽႹႳႱႼ ႼႵႱႻ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႸႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ჂႵჁჅႹჂႹႾႷ ႵႽႵჂႷႵႾႳ჉ ႸႱႾႴႼႹႾႷნ

ႤႸႵ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႱ ႶႼႿႿჂ ႿႶ ჄႸႵ ႹႾჀႱჄႹႵႾჄ ႲჅႹႼႴႹႾႷ ჇႱჃ ႱႼჃႿ ႳႿႽჀႼႵჄႵႼ჉ ႳႿ჆ႵჂႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჇႱჄႵჂჀჂႿႿႶ ჄႱჂჀჃნ

ჯႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼლ ႱႾ჉ႿႾႵ ჇႹჄႸ Ⴕ჉ႵჃ ႳႿჅႼႴ ჃႵႵ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႿჅჄჃႹႴႵ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႿჂႹႷႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ჄႵႾმჃჄႿჂ჉ ჰႱႹჃႸႹ ჶႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႹႾჀႱჄႹႵႾჄ ႲჅႹႼႴႹႾႷ ჃჅႴႴႵႾႼ჉ ႸႱႴ ႱႾ Ⴕ჈ჄჂႱ ႶႼႿႿჂლ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ ჇႹႾႴႿჇჃ ႿႶ ჄႸႱჄ ႱႴႴႹჄႹႿႾႱႼ ႶႼႿႿჂ ჇႵჂႵ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႿႼႴლ ႴႹႼႱჀႹႴႱჄႵႴლ ႱႾႴ ႵႵჂႹႵ ჇႿႿႴႵႾ ႶჂႱႽႵჃნ

ჯႼႽႿჃჄ ႱႼႼ ჄႸႵ ႼႵႱႴႵჂჃლ ႲႹႷ ႱႾႴ ჃႽႱႼႼლ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႣჀႵႳႹႱႼ ჳ჆ႵႾჄ ჷႾ჆ႵჃჄႹႷႱჄႹႿႾ ჰჅჂႵႱჅ ႱჂჂႹ჆ႵႴლ ႽႵჄႹႳჅႼႿჅჃႼ჉ ჃჄჅႴ჉ႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ႳႿႾჁჅႵჂႵႴ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽ ႶႼႿႿჂნ

ჯჄ ჃჅႳႸ Ⴑ ჄႹႽႵლ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾლ ႱჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႴႹჂႵႳჄ ჄႵႱႽ ႼႵႱႴႵჂლ ჃႸႿჅႼႴ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჃႵႹ჊ႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႿჀჀႿჂჄჅႾႹჄ჉ ჄႿ ჃႸႿჇႳႱჃႵ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶ ႱႾႴ ႳႼႱႹႽ ႳჂႵႴႹჄნ

ჯႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼლ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႷႵჄ ჀჂႿႽႿჄႵႴ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႷჂႱჃჃჂႿႿჄჃლ ჃႸႵ ჇႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჄႿ ႶႱႳႵ ႴႱႾႷႵჂႿჅჃ ჳႵჂႹႵ ႢႵႱႼႽჃ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႶჂႿႾჄ ႼႹႾႵჃ ႱႾ჉ႽႿჂႵნ

ჰჅჄ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ႴႹႴႾვჄნ ႣႸႵ ႳႿႾჄႹႾჅႿჅჃႼ჉ ႳႸႵႳႻႵႴ ႿႾ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ ႳႿႾႴႹჄႹႿႾნ

ႣႸႵ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ ჆ႵჂ჉ ჃႻႹႼႼႵႴ ႱჄ ႳႱჂႹႾႷ ႶႿჂ ჀႱჄႹႵႾჄჃნ ႤႸႵ ႽႿႽႵႾჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჀჅჂჃႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႼႹჀჃლ ჃႸႵ ႻႾႵჇ ჄႿ ႿႶႶႵჂ ჇႱჄႵჂნ ႤႸႵ ႽႿႽႵႾჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჃႸႹႶჄႵႴ ჃႼႹႷႸჄႼ჉ლ ჃႸႵ ႻႾႵჇ ჄႿ ႸႵႼჀ ႸႵჂ ჄჅჂႾ Ⴟ჆ႵჂ ႱႾႴ ႱႴႺჅჃჄ ႸႵჂ ჀႿჃჄჅჂႵნ

ႧႸႵႾ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႶႿჅႾႴ ჄႸႵ ႸႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ჀႹႼႼႿჇ ჅႾႳႿႽႶႿჂჄႱႲႼႵლ ჱႸჅ ჯႾႾႹႱႾ ჃႹႽჀႼ჉ ჄႿႿႻ ႿႶႶ ႸႵჂ ႸႹႷႸ ႸႵႵႼჃლ ႻႾႵႼჄ ႴႹჂႵႳჄႼ჉ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ႸႿჃჀႹჄႱႼ ႲႵႴლ ႱႾႴ ჅჃႵႴ ႸႵჂ ჀႼჅႽჀ ჄႸႹႷႸჃლ ႵႾႳႱჃႵႴ ႹႾ ႴႵႼႹႳႱჄႵ ႲႼႱႳႻ ჃჄႿႳႻႹႾႷჃლ ႱჃ Ⴑ ჀႹႼႼႿჇ ႶႿჂ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

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