Chapter 16
The Mentor's Voice
I feel Marie Leveau's presence in my daily life, offering guidance through dreams and sudden insights, as if she is still alive.
The morning light crept through my curtains like a hesitant visitor, casting pale stripes across the bedroom floor. I had not slept well. Dreams had come again—not the vivid, fire-lit visions of before, but something softer, more insistent. A voice, low and melodic, speaking in fragments I could not quite grasp upon waking.
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and the name surfaced unbidden: Marie.
It was not the first time. In the days since the regression, since I had emerged from that trance with the taste of salt and incense on my tongue, she had become a constant presence. Not a ghost, not a haunting—more like a melody playing just beneath the surface of my thoughts. I would be washing dishes, and suddenly the scent of verbena would fill the air. I would be reading, and a passage would seem to glow, as if illuminated from within, carrying a message meant only for me.
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