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All my dead were standing in a circle, with me in the middle.
None had a face. I recognized them by their body language and by what they said in the silence of their clothes beyond fashion and fabrics - clothes neither advertised nor sold.
None had a face. What they said needed no answer, hovering in the room as a peaceful, dense object.
I noticed an empty spot in the circle.
I slowly went and filled it.
All the faces lit up, visible.