'The ghosts met at the end of the broken pier. The Council had once paid to have it mended in an attempt to halt the ghost infestation, but the next storm tore it down again. Then the ghosts just took over completely. It wasn't safe there. Not just because the wood was rotting and the ramp sagged. Mostly it was because of the ghosts. They trailed their muddy fingers in the soft blue of the water. They called "coo-ee" to each other across the banks. They gobbled up any creature that wandered too close. Not birds though; they liked birds...'
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