“Death is not the worst thing,” the kindly man replied.

“It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us.

When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright.

Those who come to drink from the black cup are looking for their angels. If they are afraid, the candles soothe them.

When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of,child?

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