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They linger and they stare and nothing more.             'You mean to tell me, Aunt Queen, you finally believe in him?' I asked. 'Ghosts don't come to our kind, Quinn,' he said quietly.             But how can that be? I said.

Perhaps five or more minutes.             Then Arion had come, Arion had paid to see her as had so many. Old Simon.             But why? I asked.