Elias broke. He sank to his knees, sobbing, but he was smiling. "She’s here. It’s really her."

Arthur shook his head. "You don't pay for this, Elias. Memories aren't currency." He carefully removed the harmonica from the chamber and placed it back in the box. "I built the Speey because I was tired of saying goodbye."

"Do you think they can hear us, Eli?" the voice asked playfully.

The harmonica sound began to fade, pushed to the background. The static dissolved. Suddenly, the room was filled with a sound so clear it felt like a ghost had stepped into the room.

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