by Lissa Dobbs
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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Morgan ducked and came up with fire in her hands.
She tossed it at the specter and listened with pleasure as the
creature howled. Its misty form mixed with the magical flame gave it
the appearance of fog on fire, but the stench wafting from it was
nothing so pleasant. Another specter joined the first, and Morgan
rolled her eyes at the thought of spending her entire evening
battling the stupid things.