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By:Jim Butcher

I stopped and blinked-first at the candles and then at my burned hand.
"What?" Butters asked.
"Nothing," I said, and opened the book to look over it. "You know, Butters, for a mortician you're a pretty good healer."
"You think so?"
I glanced at the warm, steady flame of the candles and smiled. "Yeah."