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Edyth Hargreaves walked up the path to Honora Talbot's back door. She had been friends with Nora for many years, and even when Nora physically died, Edyth still had conversations with her. Of course, it was not that unusual in this village. Many paranormal beings seemed to arrive here at some time or another. Some stayed and became part of the village, and the committee asked some to leave.
Today, she would have a good chat with Saffron and put her right about a few things. Yes, this village was different, but the beings who lived here were looking for peace. They had lived their human lives as best they could, but things had gone wrong - in some cases drastically, and they ended up here with a second chance. Take Clint, for instance. He was a vampire. Now the only Vampire Edyth had seen Christopher Lee in the 1970s Hammer horror movies, oh and Peter Cushing. It was all capes and top hats and ethere
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