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Jordan was a ghost in Castle Roogna now, spending his
time with little five-year-old Ivy and watching his
own past unfold on the magic tapestry. But once he had
been a valorous knight, riding his ghost horse Pook
on a fabulous and dangerous mission.
He had been betrayed with a cruel lie by two willy magicians and
the woman he loved. He had been killed at the end, and his bones
had been scattered. Now he could not even remember where they
had been buried.
That was important, because Jordans talent had been to
recover from almost any injury, provided enough.
of his body could be assembled to grow together again.
But all that had been four hundred years before. Nobody
who was alive today knew or cared where his
bones might be.
It was hardly the proper ending for a gallant adventure!
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