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The problem was, no one ever saw him. Not the waitress, Della, who refilled his untouched cup every morning. Not the cook, Big Sal, who sometimes slid a cold plate of eggs in his direction out of pity for “the regular who never eats.” Not even the stray tabby cat that napped by the radiator, though it did twitch an ear his way now and then.

He tried a classic: Boo.

Philip stared. “I’ve never scared anyone. I was a cartographer.” philip mainlander

Philip blinked. “Is that a proper haunting?” The problem was, no one ever saw him

Wren slurped her shake. “Exactly. You’re not haunting anything. No tragic love. No murdered landlord. No unsolved crossword puzzle. You’re just here . And frankly, you’re taking up a stool a living person could use.” He tried a classic: Boo

It was an ordinary Tuesday when Philip Mainlander realized he was a ghost.

Philip looked down at his own hands. They were faintly translucent, like old glass. “What am I supposed to do?”