Maestro? It's for those we've lost. You know how many we lost, right? Tonight, we sing for them." The warmth in Carlos's voice, imbued with the melancholy of loss, reached Baruch as a beacon through the tumult of his concerns.

"Your folks got traditions like this?" Carlos continued, pulling Baruch’s thoughts away from the forest.

"In the Golden Valley, this festival, Noche de las Almas Pasadas, serves as a bridge between the realms of the living and the departed," the druid reflected, his gaze sweeping gently over the serene village. "This gathering is not a mourning of death, but a celebration of the enduring connections that not even death can sever."

"We, Yoshvei haYa'arot," Baruch added thoughtfully, "do not dedicate a specific day of...

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