The mystic swirled the smoking incense around the room, chanting softly, then focused on me.
"What is it that you seek from the Great Ausont, child?"
"Five years ago, a co-worker died, and they said they'd haunt me with their dying breath. Since then, I've had weird things happen to me. I want answers."
The mystic nodded, and began a spell.
A short while later, she looked at me, confused.
"The spirit here is pleased you've finally noticed them, but says they've been with you for a long time, they've killed to try and get your attention."
"That... explains things."
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