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All roads suddenly converge. The two paths in the wood lead to the same dark house. Both cups of tea are poisoned. And those distinct memories you have in your childhood, of seeing two moons in the sky? You must just have been seeing double.

Because only one story remains, and it's up next:

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Oni

I like the idea of the ghosts staying in the same places and retracing the same steps, like little psychic grease stains on the fabric of the universe. Ok, then, so what about the ghosts of long dead prehistoric creatures?