“Uncles! Aunts! are you there? Can you hear me?”
There was silence, so he called again.
“It is I, Geborrin, your nephew! Can you hear?”
Then, slowly, as if they hadn’t spoken for centuries, the voices of the embers rose out of the fabric of time.
-Frederick the Lesser
Creative Mine 
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