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(The tale of the downfall of an especially nasty spirit, as retold by OldThinkerTube) Right, well, no doubt you’ve heard some telling or another of this as a wee one. About the time that Dutch lad just sailed over & sat down on the throne, nurserymaids had thrown in some extra hooey about a mighty sword duel. Imagine that hey, a spirit and a man crossing swords. Twaddle. Anyhow, this is the right one. Forget what your mum said, she was selling you a dog. It’s been popular to say this took place in the North of England, on Helvellyn or some such, but this happened in Wales, not far from where River Dee opens to the sea, near a little village called Mold. Mold Castle still stood then, on Bailey Hill, but naturally there weren’t no Lord living in it. At least not one with any say in things. Well like every other place around there, Mold had already seen a couple hundred years of wars and conquests and rebellions. Those things bring death, and death brings ghosts. Now ghosts