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The next thing Farris knew, he was standing beside a weeping Sabrina, watching helplessly as Blackford kicked him repeatedly in the ribs. He swung a fist at the boy’s chin but spun through him, tumbling through to the other side. His mouth fell open as he stared down at himself.

— Memories of a Ghost, chapter 9