The mists had come in quickly. One minute Maryann had been walking beneath clear blue sky, the next thick mist tumbled over the hilltops and obscured her vision. As she peered through the gloom she saw a woman standing by the path up ahead. Despite the poor visibility she knew immediately who it was.

“It’s that damn ghost of my former self,” she muttered. “I thought I’d lost her for good when I did that letting go ritual at the workshop I attended last weekend. What the hell does she want? I’m sick of listening to her carping fears and negative opinions. I want to be free of all that and move on.” She scanned the area ahead of her to see if there was another path over the mountain but the rocks closed in on all sides. For a brief moment Maryann considered turning back and waiting for another day before attempting this leg of her journey.

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