The Haunted Traveler Vol. 2 Issue 1

Billly's mother rushed to her undead son's side in a tearful
dash, and helped him collect all the pieces of the snow globe,
putting them in her handbag. Mano the bailiff grudgingly arrested
his brother, Moke, and his delinquent sidekicks.
I glanced up at Judge Kichida, and he smiled beneath
his thick white mustache.
“Good job, necromancer,” he said.
I nodded. “No worries,” I said, feeling my mother's
warm hand touch gently on my shoulder. “You can call me
anytime you need me, your honor.”
“I'll make a conscious note of that,” he said, nodded
his head at Mom and me, collected some papers on his desk,
and went into his chambers.
That afternoon, I slept well until after midnight.
When I got up to brush my teeth, and put on my pink silk pajamas,
all I could hear in my head was Moke's voice saying
that Billy talked too much. I chuckled getting back under the
warm covers. For a boy who never said much while he was
alive, it was a good thing he did when he died.
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