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... he ghost. This box looked way too small. Matthew eyed it with suspicion, it resembled a cheap plastic jewelry case more than a container for spirit stones. "Are you sure this is the right one?"

Was the damn ghost messing with him again?

Matthew dropped the box on his desk with a loud clunk.

It didn’t bounce, didn’t creak, didn’t even sound like it had weight to it.

He narrowed his eyes at it. The box sat there like it had something to prove, small, square, with ta ...

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