Ed Dukas was writing letters. Someone or something was also writing--unseen but at his elbow. It was perhaps fifteen minutes before he noticed. Conspicuous at the center of the next blank sheet of paper he reached for, part of a word was already inscribed: The writing was faint and wavering but in the same shade of blue ink as that in his own pen.…
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