“I am a bound haunt,” she said. “I cannot leave this place. You must face the villain that murdered me alone.”
He presented a helm. “I’ve forged your gravesoil into this, lady knight. With it, you are unbound.”
Ghostly hands took it.
Ghostly lips smiled.
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