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"You see your long-dead father sauntering ahead with his hands in his pockets. Or you hear your mother behind you calling, "Honey?" Or your little brother who fell through the ice the winter he was six, let's say, passes by with his smell of menthol cough drops and damp mittens. You wouldn't question your sanity, because you couldn't bear to think this wasn't real."

Initial thoughts: Going thru this faster than I thought. Love caul lore. Interested to see where this goes. Not sure I see the end yet.