I growled in frustration and rushed into the hallway, closing the door behind me. The light at the end buzzed and crackled until it faded to a pinprick. The darkness swallowed the air from my lungs. I knew what was coming, but I had no time. No light to find out what had happened to my ship family. And no patience. I pulled the consumectalon cylinder from the pocket of Crispin's pants I'd borrowed. From now on, the magnet would be on the ghost itself. Not me.

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