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Willow's hand rests on the cold stone.

"Are you there?" She whispers softly, hating the hope that creeps into her voice.

She's not naive. She doesn't expect an answer from the heavens that transcends the laws of nature and magick. She just wants to feel something. To feel Tara's presence again, that closeness that took away all traces of fear and doubt.

"I wish you were here," she murmurs as she pulls herself away from the gravestone.

"I wish I could find you again."