“My name is Cora Veronica Elder,” she stated with pride. “As you will learn, I was famous in the past within the world you recall. I gave readings to queens and kings. I was the toast of spiritual societies throughout the world and even helped to establish one in the United States.”
“What happened?”
“I retired into my world. However, someone betrayed me. Now my presence is like a ghost wrapped up in an enigma. My spirit oversees my domain and I only let those worthy enter or leave.”
Of course, that memory pissed me off, and I pointed it out.
“You had to stay in Stull Junction,” she said without apology. “How else could you finish your work with Antonio? Once you left, there were no guarantees that you’d return. After all, you have little incentive to come back with a rich wife standing next to you.”
“Alright, you might have a point. But what about Adele and Sally? They look exactly like movies stars back in the thirties, but Adele didn’t even recognize herself when I showed her a picture at the movie theater.”
Cora rose from the bed.
“That’s because she’s a familiar. Those living here come from memory and fantasy. Think of it this way: when someone watches a movie, are those characters real or not? Inside your mind, they’re authentic enough for you to fantasize about their actions or sympathize with their emotions.” Cora twirled around like she was dancing.
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