
The Ghost Prints of Goodestowe Gallery
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Friendship … Fraud … Forgiveness … Forever …
It’s Homecoming on Hazard Island and something or someone ancient is corrupting the Magick.
Hazard Island artist, Stanton Greene, died in a shipwreck in 1833. A painting lost with him has been anonymously donated to Goodestowe Gallery for the charity auction. An obvious forgery: perhaps, but the artist's trademark thumbprint is in the paint and strange clues tell of secrets and treasure. Now, The Grandmothers, Jack Chardon, and Charlie the Ghost dog have disappeared. The Lock Keepers must put things right.
“Friendship; the hardest thing to find, but the only treasure worth seeking.”
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Everyone we meet leaves a mark on our hearts as unique as their fingerprint. A glimmer of their essence remains, for good or bad. Our hearts and souls are molded by the lasting effects these unique marks leave.
It is a spiritual wonder when the impressions left are the pain of everlasting longing, and the joy of eternal love so great that the mere thought of them brings them rushing to us no matter how long or far the separation.
Fingerprints. They leave a mark. And sometimes, if we are blessed, the indelible mark is love, as unique as a fingerprint and as haunting as a ghost.
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