“– René Dubos “THIS CASTLE’S haunted,” Kate whispered. She shivered next to Stephen in bed, glad for once that the slight inward curvature of the mattress forced them to snuggle close together all night. “Shush,” Stephen whispered. “It’s no such thing.” It was dark in the original pressure chamber from Adrian Peard’s research laboratory and there was only an occasional shuffling of feet or a cough from the night guard outside. “It is, I say!” Kate whispered. “My grandmother could... tell when ghosts were about, and I’ve inherited it. This is an evil place.” “It’s keeping you safe from the plague,” Stephen said, his voice louder. He had given up trying to go to sleep for now. Kate in this mood would not be mollified. “The ghosts want me,” Kate said. “I’ll not leave this place alive.” She took one of Stephen’s hands and placed it on her abdomen.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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