“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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