They drift, spectral echoes seeking for resolution. Linked to the mortal realm by unfinished business or unyielding sorrow, their forms shimmer and fade like dreams in a fog. Some whisper on the wind, sharing cryptic clues, while travel others exist as silent spectators to the world they can no longer touch. Folk tales speak of these wandering so

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