He carried his ghosts with him and released them under the light of the full moon.
Once a month, he would drive far out into the hills and watch the moon rise, telling the ghosts within in him that it was alright, and it was time for them to go. They were free now.
One by one, the ghosts would detach themselves, and he would watch them rise into the sky like helium balloons. They floated up, hazy black patches against the stars until they disappeared.
Empty, he would drive back into the city alone and start collecting new ones.

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