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Sage and I let my grandmother lead us to the crowds, and Caius followed. The priests held aloft their candles, now lit by flickering flames, and from those candles came the flowing strands of sparkling light. The crowd also graced the dark sky with their light. A brilliant strand of light emanated from everyone who wore a pin, meaning that thousands of twisting beams of light floated over them and through the encampment.
One floated past me. I held up my hands and it glided through my palms. The silky glowing body brushed against my skin and I had a flash of memories. Children running in open fields. Fathers plowing the garden. A warm summer day. A rainy afternoon.
Then the strand passed, but the comfort of those memories lingered with me. I looked up at the floating lights
