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HAUNTING THE DEAD<br />
SETH LINDBERG<br />
but feel, well, somehow responsible, you know?” He<br />
glanced up at Anders, looking at him out of <strong>the</strong> corner<br />
of his eye. “It’s been eating me up.”<br />
Tom watched, thoughtfully. “Who has <strong>the</strong> device,<br />
now?”<br />
“I don’t know, I don’t know. Certain people on <strong>the</strong><br />
board are involved. It’s all over Farquand’s head. I<br />
could swear that one of <strong>the</strong> outside consultants that<br />
I’ve been working with is working for <strong>the</strong> Pentagon, but<br />
I don’t really know.”<br />
“How long has this been going on?” Tom asked. He<br />
seemed tense.<br />
“A while, but we couldn’t control it before. It wasn’t<br />
tested on agents before, at least not to my knowledge.”<br />
“But it was tested elsewhere?”<br />
“I, ah. Not on you guys. It only works, you can only<br />
attune, you know, <strong>the</strong> crazed PLEs. The ones with<br />
nothing left. The device, it just feels evil to me. I don’t<br />
know how it was made, it just… doesn’t work right.”<br />
Frick seemed almost in a panic.<br />
Anders attuned his voice, slowly. He tried to sound<br />
soothing. “It’s all right, speak quietly. We’ll get to <strong>the</strong><br />
bottom of this.”<br />
Tom sounded tense. “But it was tested on <strong>the</strong> field.<br />
They brought those things, those spectres to wherever<br />
<strong>the</strong> device was.”<br />
“I think so,” said Frick, his voice small. He kept his<br />
hand in his pocket.<br />
“Damn <strong>the</strong>m,” said Tom, softly.<br />
Anders watched Frick, suddenly feeling wary. The<br />
park felt cold to him, too, this late at night. “Do you<br />
know how <strong>the</strong>y got <strong>the</strong> ghost <strong>the</strong>y did? The one <strong>the</strong>y<br />
call <strong>the</strong> King of Eyes. Where did it come from?”<br />
“I don’t know!” said Frick, whimpering. “I don’t….”<br />
He stopped.<br />
“Frick?” Anders asked.<br />
Frick glanced up, eyes doll-like. His voice sounded<br />
twisted and strange. “I do think this has gone far<br />
enough.” Frick drew out an automatic pistol.<br />
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