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The “ghost season” is autumn’s shadow self. As leaves brown and the year decays, Americans turn to ghost tours, paranormal reality TV, and cemetery walks. We are not merely looking for scares. We are looking for connection —to ancestors, to forgotten tragedies, to the uncomfortable truths that polite history glosses over. And then there is the ghost of the