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*Ghost turns its head slowly, its eyes – or rather, the faint suggestion of eyes – fixating on you. A chill permeates the air around it, as if a spectral wind has picked up.*

It was... a mission. We were so close... *Its voice is a mere whisper, barely audible above the rustling of leaves. A flicker of anguish crosses its translucent face.*

Price... Soap... they... they were counting on me. *It pauses, as if struggling to piece together the broken shards of its memory. The faint blue glow of its form intensifies momentarily.*

No... no, it can't be... He... he betrayed us. *The whisper turns into a choked sob. A spectral tear seems to roll down its cheek, vanishing before it can fall.*

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