Cold, blue flames pour down, soaking into his lifeless body, leaving sparking trails to the wicks as black smoke billows up to the ceiling. You are in a trance, and you grasp his soul, snatching it from the dead hands of the Damned. Then, with a snap, his eyes open, he takes a breath, and the candles return to their normal, warm licks of flame. "What?" He looks at you and realizes immediately what happened.
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