[ WP ] A man pushes an empty swing .

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 Flint leaned down to whisper in Faith's ear. 
 
 `` Ignore him, he ca n't see us.'' 
 
 The pair walked through the overgrown playground, the weeds clinging to the metal and plastic structures while vines tangled themselves around jungle gyms and spider domes. The narrow asphalt path was cracked from numerous frosts, the once smooth surface more akin to broken cobbles now thanks to the freezing and thawing cycles that afflicted this part of the world. 
 
 Some forty yards away a man dressed in Pre-Arrival clothes slowly and unerringly pushed an empty swing, the creaking chains groaning as it swung back and forth. He wore a fine suit with leather shoes, a bright watch shining on his left wrist. He looked like some stockbroker or banker, back when those professions still existed in better, peaceful times. 
 
 `` What is he doing here?'' Faith asked, a small arm had linked itself through one of Flint's, clinging to him tight as they moved through the ruins of a human town. 
 
 `` He's an Echo, a fragment of memory and soul that has n't moved on. At a guess his child used to go to this school when you elves Arrived. They likely died early on, and him soon after; he just has n't gotten the message.'' 
 
 Faith shuddered at the thought. There were few things as anathemic to the fey as ghosts, a failure to return to the veil and be at peace. Humans seemed more predisposed to falling victim to the sins of fear, desire and regret. 
 
 `` What can we do?'' she asked. 
 
 `` Nothing. Whoever he was, he has to exorcise his own personal demons. We all have to, in the end.''
