A Supernatural Encounter
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I'd call it a drabble, only it's not quite long enough! Umm, it's a... mini-drabble? An almost-drabble-ish-type thing?
Disclaimer: When they finally break down and hand the rights to it over to me, you'll be the first to know.
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Martha stared in astonishment at the apparition before her. Really, this was getting ridiculous. Couldn't she go anywhere in Shakespearian London without running into supernatural creatures? First witches, and now there was a ghost floating slowly towards her!
Then she remembered something else about her last visit to this time period's London.
"Excuse me," she said, stepping forward towards the translucent figure. "Are you the imprint of a departed soul?"
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