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    My Perspective: If Hallowed Halls Could Speak

    My Perspective: If Hallowed Halls Could Speak Ghost Written: Hannah Rials  It’s a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. The wind is whistling in the branches of my trees, and the sun is shining down on my blooming flowers. There’s a child walking up my stone path, looking up at me with big, wet eyes. A woman stands behind her, a hand on her shoulder, and urges her up to my front door. I feel her tremors through the boards in my floor. They resonate in the walls. Raeann rushes to meet them, her warm, smiling face serving as a moment of reprieve to the child’s terror. But…

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