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I watched the light return.
The tentacles brought to mind glimpses of spirits I had seen while traveling with Natty boy and Asmira—and specifically made me think of Faquarl, who hadn't hesitated to use his when he thought I was Bartimaeus. The rest of it—the feeding off of energy and willpower—was all too familiar to me. I could do that myself, if I was prepared to get kicked out of my body afterwards.
The other ghosts couldn't ever enslave another world. They didn't have the intellect for that. They were just echoes of what they had once been. Maybe Ezekiel and old Marissa Fittes would have, if I hadn't stopped them with Lucy's help.
"Sounds like the effects of ghost lock and touch," I said. I let the air chill for a moment, tapping into the ghostly side of my powers that I had been testing before I ended up here. Something like a temperature change wasn't going to sap my energy.
I let the temperature return to normal.
"The survival rate's pretty low," I said, "unless you have an agent on hand. And even then it's...questionable."
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