We had a wake for Haze, just after the funeral. It was strange. A lot of ghosts attended the party, some of the ghost knew Haze. Apparently, she was pretty old, born so that peers of Sherlock Holmes knew her. Yes, Holmes, he was real! I met the ghost of John Watson at the party.
The whole night was held under a spell of sanctuary. No one could hurt anyone else, and none of your secrets would get out, as everyone would forget them after the party. Thankfully, the one thing I wanted to remember, I did.
Vandal Savage? Really, Mother?
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