Dorothea squinted out the window before hearing the door open. She turned to see her oldest daughter dart into the kitchen. “Ada, who's your sister talking to?”
“She says it's dead Richard Brase,” Ada replied, popping a blueberry in her mouth.
Her mother let out a frustrated groan. “Kormir's eyes, child! Stop telling Ayana ghost stories!”
"Momma!" Ada whined, "I never said nothing about Brase!"
"Mighta heard something by the docks," her father spoke without looking up from his ledger of daily hauls and market prices. "Been some rumors about since the accident. The ears of a cat, our Ayana."
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