Ghost of Glasgow: Immortal Stonekeeper Case Files #2 (2023) Chapter 17: Chapter 17: The Ghost Of Glasgow

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Jonathan took his time walking towards the cliff edge overlooking the tumultuous waves crashing on the rocks below him. There was no one else there, except a single female body dangling from a tree just above a fifty-metre drop. Or so it would seem. Jonathan took a deep breath. “Mistress Mylis Wright, why don’t you save us the antics and show yourself?” he called to the air. “It’s me you want, after all.” The air beside Anya’s unconscious body shimmered in the moonlight before taking the form of a translucent woman staring into the distance. It wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world, but the magicked branding on the side of her face confirmed her identity. She was never a victim of the brandings. She was the source. Jonathan approached the ghost. She did not respond. So he stopped in his tracks, giving the grieving ghost a respectful berth. “Fate has not been kind to you,” Jonathan began. “You were destined to be alone, separated from everyone you love between the realm of life and death.” The ghost remained motionless. “After Nicholaum’s death, you chased your husband through his reincarnations, didn’t you? But you were only condemned to see him fall in love with other women, no matter how many times you killed them. In hunting them down relentlessly, you became known as the Ghost Of Glasgow.” Mylis Wright was staring straight at him now. “Of course, no one would’ve guessed why you changed your killing methods. Not unless they noticed when you changed them,” Jonathan said. “Sixty years ago, you consulted Baba Yaga. Things didn’t go well, and you left in a fury. But it didn’t stop there, did it? Her disciple, Natasha, came looking for revenge. Not only did she succeed in finding you, she actually managed to kill you.” “And with such a heavy grudge in your soul, you remained in this world as a ghost to continue haunting your husband and taking away the souls of his new lovers,” he continued. “But how to account for Natasha’s capture by the local sheriff? My guess is that your sister came to your rescue, albeit too late. Unfortunately, the humans arrived before she could strike the finishing blow, and they took her away.” “Morevia…” Mylis’s voice was barely audible over the sea breeze. “To keep Natasha from spilling the truth, Morevia hypnotised her every day to wipe her mind, eventually driving her into insanity. I saw that memory with my own eyes.” Jonathan ignored her. “That was, of course, until she met the lich, who kept her trapped in his house. The timing adds up perfectly.” “That’s why the murders stopped, am I right? No matter how obsessed you were, you were unwilling to leave your sister’s side. And so was she. That’s why she buried your body in the backyard to keep your spirit close by. It worked for sixty years until you saw me when I touched your corpse. And so, despite all your sister had done for you, you became the Ghost of Glasgow yet again.” Mylis sank to her knees. “When Morevia found out that I had come into contact with Natasha, she killed her to draw attention to her instead,” Jonathan said. “When I was coming close to finding the truth, she took the fall for you. She loves you more than anything, but all you could think of was your deceased husband, Nicholaum. These are the crimes I lay at your feet. Do you confess?” “You are completely correct, except for one thing. I am not after you anymore.” Jonathan watched the ghost carefully. “Let my sister go, or the love of your life dies.” Anya’s body swayed dangerously with the intensifying wind. Mylis kept her cold gaze on the inspector, but Jonathan knew full well that all she needed was a single move to snap the rope and drop Anya onto the rocks below. Mylis sobbed quietly, although no tears spilt from her ghostly eyes. “I’ve accepted my fate. The heavens have made you immortal, never to cross over into the realm of the dead. I have accepted that my husband will never be with me again. All I ask is for my sister to go free.” “And then what happens? You co