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The girl’s hair was long and clung close to her head, as if she had just stepped from a shower. She waved.

Kylie lifted a hand and waved back, wondering what the girl was doing alone in the dark, drafty upper halls of the resort.

“Who are you waving at?” Michael asked.

“That girl, on the top floor.” She pointed to the spot.

Michael glanced upward. “There’s no one there, Kylie. You must have seen a shadow.”

She looked up again, her eyes sweeping the length of the top floor. The windows were all empty, the small face pressed to the window moments ago, gone.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled and uneasiness rushed through her. Had she imagined the face?

“I could have sworn there was someone up there.”

“Not possible. We keep the top two floors closed off during the winter months.”

Kylie shivered. Perhaps returning to Cloudspin had been a mistake.