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do not know_.”
    Faith stopped talking.
    Of course she knew what was happening.
    She didn’t want to lie to Linda but she did not want to tell her the truth either.
    Faith sat quietly until a few more mortal minutes had ebbed and flowed. “I’ll try Charity again.” She said but this time she had to hold the phone away from her ear as her sister’s voice hollered down the phone at her.
    Faith opened her mouth to speak but realised that she had been hung up on again. “How is it that the energies of joy turn so quickly to that of anger?” She whispered and thought now to her other sister, Hope.
    “Hope. I will ring Hope… she’ll not hear her phone ringing above the music, song, laughter and dance that fills her home. I’ll leave her a message.”
    And when the prompt came, she said. “Hope. I still behold the sighting of the auras. I can see those within the Realm of the Afterlife. Other than that, I am now a simple human being. I will be with you within the hour.”
    Faith clicked off the phone, leant back into the chair and rubbed at her temples.
    “Stop talking all at once.” Faith said to the ghosts.
    “Pardon?” Linda questioned.
    “The ghosts… they talk all at once. So many voices clawing at my mind.” Faith scratched her head – her scalp. “Itching, itching, itching,” she muttered and continued to scratch violently at her scalp. “I am mortal now. I do not hear each of you with the clarity that I did but moments earlier?”
    Linda frowned at Faith’s scalp and at the red speckles of blood that were now appearing. She was about to try and coax her hands away but Faith stood up and suddenly explained that she had better leave her other sister, Charity, a message.
    But this time, all that Faith heard was; ‘the number that you have dialled is unobtainable’. She sighed aloud and asked if Linda would call her a taxi.
    When the black cab arrived, Linda helped Faith into the back seat. “Ring me?” She said in concern and scribbling down her personal mobile number, she handed the piece of paper to Faith. “If you need anything… ring me.”
    Faith took the piece of paper. “I will…” She paused and added. “Thank you Linda.” She turned to the driver and asked to be taken to an address in Camden.
    Linda stared after the cab and watched as it disappeared. “Faith, Hope and Charity?” She whispered and shaking her head in amazement recalled the words that Faith had spoken; I am now a simple human being - but as soon as Linda spoke into her own mind, she thought; is that you… I mean me?
    “Oh! For goodness sake,” she muttered and made her way up the stairs and into the library.

Chapter 4
     
    Hope [iii] had that much wine flowing through her body at the time of her severance she thought them to be the words of a song blaring out from one of the music boxes.

As is the ruling of the Universe those who mark deep my earth become a part of it. Rejoice! Thalia. Rejoice! You are free from the Graces of Three. Enjoy your life as it lives within the Cycle of my Reincarnation.
     
    Even when she heard the name, Thalia, the penny still did not drop.
    As to feeling the changes upon her body from that of a young and beautiful twenty year old to that of a worn out sixty year old, with visible signs of being somewhat of a heavy drinker, Hope felt not an iota.
    Alcohol had numbed all her senses, including awareness and reasoning.
    But then all the effects of alcohol drained out of Hope’s body and she was thrown into a state that she had not experienced for quite some time; soberness.
    A white pain of light seared through her head and her muscles, joints and bones felt as if they have been hit with the illness of pneumonia.
    “What the blazes,” she muttered, turned and looked at her reflection and when she saw how she looked, she questioned Mother Earth as to why she was so cruel. “I am the Keeper of Hope,” she said. “The essence of which is the most important in the times that you