The old man's face smiled, and Tess felt the peace of his presence radiate through her.

“I…I…” she stammered. He looked right at her and recognized her.

“Sambian is also the night that we can see those we've lost in the last year, one last time,” Titus whispered in her ear.

         She nearly dropped her candle.

         “Can I talk to him?” Tess asked.

“I don't know. Psychics can, sometimes. I think with your ability you can probably get the gist of what he’s thinking. There's only one way to know for certain,” Titus said, stepping back.

“You don't have long. He can't stay. He’ll be drawn to the light like a moth...

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