Chapter 10 The Boundary Line and Grandma's Herbal Salt

The hum of vibrating ectoplasm still rang sharp in the dining room air. Grandma's three antique thistle-patterned ceramic plates, having slipped from the wooden shelf, were in a free fall toward the cobblestone floor.

"Look out, Grandma's plates!" I shrieked in panic, lunging forward in a desperate...

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