Dr Kelsey was speaking again, but Keira tuned him out. She only had eyes for the Victorian woman, who leaned on her cane. She reached one gloved hand towards the graves and then raised it—a wordless beckon. At the motion, a sea of forms appeared. Keira took in a sharp breath, her heart overflowing. The graveyard was alive. Spirits looked towards her from every corner. Some burned as bright as lamps in the night; others were no more than wisps. Every one of them smiled. Keira skipped her gaze across the crowd as she counted familiar faces. Tony Lobell, still fully nude. Marianne Cobb, the
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