Evan is suddenly coughing up bones, like, A LOT of bones, but that鈥檚 not even in the top ten strangest things that have happened to him since he moved into his new (possibly haunted) duplex . . .
I was finishing the last of my nightly coffee when the nineteen-seventies twins approached my table and asked me to bear witness to their disappearance. This was not an unusual request at Cafe Liminalit茅, being the locale of patrons that dreamed too much and ate too little. I, being its longest and oldest customer, had [鈥