She took his hands and led him.
He had never been down her hallway. He half-stepped, careful not to trip her. He didn’t know why, but he looked back over his shoulder to make sure the cat and the candles were safe. She sensed his assessment. “Ooo, wait.” She walked back to the table, blew out one candle and grabbed the other. She walked with her hand cupped around the flame, protecting it. Behind her, the spirit of the blown candle slinked, rose to full height, set free.
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