"It looks bigger than last time we were here," said Wednesday, standing next to Samara and staring at the abandoned hut, so far from civilization as they knew it. "Haunted houses grow on their own, you know. Like people
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"Started with what?" Arya said, jogging lightly through the snow until she was a few feet behind where Wednesday was sitting. Nymeria was off somewhere, she wasn't sure where; off leading a pack of direwolves in the territory formerly belonging to the dinosaurs, unless she missed her guess.
"It was very gruesome," said Samara. "Do you believe in ghosts? Or not?" This was an important question. She'd seen the older girl around before, but didn't really know her.
I was a ghost, once. I was the ghost in Harrenhal. "I've met a man who came back from the dead and my brother's fought wights," she said, with a shrug. "I don't see why there can't be ghosts."
"On an island like Tabula Rasa, ghosts would be ordinary," said Wednesday. If she hadn't believed in them already, she would believe in them here. "We want to know what he wants."
"He could want anything, but it would be hard to give him revenge," said Samara thoughtfully. "Who came back from the dead?" That was posed again to Arya, mostly because Samara liked to keep track of these things.
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