from under his shirt. On it was a simple silver ring in the shape of a running Celtic knot. It practically glowed, even though I hadn’t activated my aura sight. When I saw it, my mouth dropped open, and I looked at Paul. “How is that possible? I mean, we returned it, didn’t we?”

The ring Nicholas wore on a chain around his neck was the same one Paul and I had given to a young woman almost a year ago to settle the restless spirit of her mother.

Paul ignored my question. “How did you get it?”

Nicholas paused, eyes growing vacant for a moment. Then he nodded. “Good thing I have her memories in addition to my own. About a month ago, a young man came up to me on the street with the ring. He said I must have dropped it. I said it wasn’t mine, but some...

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