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When Avraam prompted him with a question, one word immediately came to mind. Cambria didn’t utter it or anything else, letting the man finish his explanation. Avraam dedicated his life to studying these alleged planes beyond the ones the five standard senses could detect. Although the yearling doubted, he could appreciate a fellow lifelong student.

Do you mean ghosts? he asked, idly thinking of the man he had just buried.

He didn’t think he believed in such things; it was difficult without any kind of substantiation. But Cambria was ever an open mind. Truth be told, anytime anyone raised the subject of life after death—whether or not they believed in it—he always got stuck on something else: Where were we born we were born?