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I dreamt the other night…

That my (dead) father wanted to relay a telephone message for me that had come to the Oast. He said, “Your friend – Peter – he called. He didn’t sound well.” 

“Wait – who? Peter? I don’t have any friends named Peter.” 

At my query my father looked through his daybook that he always kept at his desk for notes and numbers and telephone messages. “Hm. I’m not sure. It might have been John,” he said just before I woke up.

I really need to do necromancy. I’m slightly terrified for my ghost.

Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
I dreamt the other night…

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