Chapter 29 TALULLAH
Everywhere Talullah went, she saw the wall-walking ghost. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was stress. Whatever the cause, the attachment needed to be broken. Nothing seemed to help. Talullah tried all the Katamian meditations. She recited the Tenets. Lit lavender-scented sticks. Orange and clove. Eucalyptus. Drank chamomile tea. She practiced Scrying until she thought her eyes would pop free from her head.
But without fail, every time Talullah found a bit of peace and silence, there she was, dark hair swirling around her face. Asking Talullah to save her.
“From what?” Talullah growled into her pillow one night. “Save you from what? Clearly, you’re already dead.”
“Death is not the end for all,” she said in her soft, melodious voice. “When the reflected light shi
