Her imaginary friend. She can still hear his whispers. I will never hurt my angel.
She presses her lips together, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "He's kind of become the leader of the revenants. A bunch of them, anyway. He's been having them on work crews, digging for something."
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Her imaginary friend. She can still hear his whispers. I will never hurt my angel.
She presses her lips together, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "He's kind of become the leader of the revenants. A bunch of them, anyway. He's been having them on work crews, digging for something."