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“You’re not sad enough to move on,” said a voice one night.

Frank looked at the bowl. Then at the empty seat. Then back at the bowl. His spoon paused. A small, confused crease formed between his brows. philip mainlander

“Your handler,” she said. “Name’s Wren. I work for the Department of Lingering Spirits. We’ve got a file on you, Philip Mainlander. ‘Cause of lingering: unspecified mild existential reluctance.’ That’s embarrassing, even for us.” “You’re not sad enough to move on,” said

Philip tried rattling the salt shaker. It wobbled once, then fell over. Frank righted it without looking up. philip mainlander