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As soon as she got through the door, Comet had sprinted away from the guard room, leaving the “ghosts,” the courtyard, the white orbs, everything behind. Adrenaline hummed in her head as she tore through the passages, heading straight for the front of the mansion. Nothing had challenged her, not even the little colorful ghosts who had made themselves such a nuisance before.
Once Comet began to feel more safe, her breakneck pace had slowed, though she kept her weapon out and the lantern high. She saw few ghosts of any kind. Rare sets of glinting eyes peered from the shadows, but they always skittered away, going about their own business. After a while, even these encounters stopped. For the first time in this wild midnight waltz, the castle actually seemed dead.
