Every Foul Spirit
Her voice broke at the last, trailing off mournfully.
Katie braced herself and said: “Sleep.” She passed a hand over the assemblage, observing them as her arm glided left to right, and the life smoldering in those pairs of eyes began to dim as she did so. The spectral congregation became gauzy, fading in the darkness, all of them losing cohesion. The trembling dog whimpered a final time, and then they swirled away like ash into the mist.
Katelyn started to cry, her head down, shoulders shaking. After several minutes the tears subsided gradually.
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