“Sprite,” said Yuffie as Sprite and Lucy arrived at the Grey Moon pub. “Reala saw Spectre walking up the road to the afterlife last night. By the time she got outside, he’d disappeared into the mists.”

Sprite deflated. “I didn’t think he’d…”

“Let’s go inside,” said Lucy, “I’ll get you a drink.”

Just then, the door burst open and Reala threw out a lion, a witch and a wardrobe. “I ain’t serving Narnia!” she cried.

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