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"What Are Ghouls?" by cannizarro
After yet another successful unhaunting, Brave Bren, the Professor, and Glyn were heading back to the Ghoul Catchers headquarters to recoup.
Bren held the used equipment, the Professor held the lantern, and Glyn held the amulet containing the troublesome ghoul that they'd just been chasing for half an hour. As the Purple Usul stared down at the amulet and the forlorn face circling around on the inside, a strange question suddenly came to mind.
"What are ghouls?"
"Well, Glyn, ghouls are...egh..." the Professor began, stopping to contemplate this.
"Annoying," finished Bren with a smirk.
"No, no, that's not what I was trying to say," the Professor groaned. "The fact is, Glyn, we really don't know what exactly they are."
"You don't?" Glyn asked, rather surprised by this confession.
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|And Then There Was Silence: Part Five|
Finneus hops carefully over the foggy waters of Bogshot Swamp, trying his best not to fall into the nasty, seemingly-gelatinous marsh. It's difficult, however, to maintain his balance when he's got tired, achy wings drooping behind him and his hands are full of treasures.