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The visions faded, and the ghosts fled back to their dusty tombs. Chani shook her head, feeling slightly weak and dazed by her close encounter with the supernatural. Something had interrupted the visions though, and she was puzzled as to what it was. She turned around, and saw an old friend watching her. Locke Foresthide. His deep brown eyes were quizzical and concerned. Apparently he hadn't seen the ghosts. "Chani? Are you all right?"
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