Gabriel Luft loves flowers. When he was a child he liked to play in the cemetery beside the Catholic Church, St Sebastian’s. Always a loner, he would enjoy wandering through the graveyard and carefully reading the headstones. He often saw the flowers placed by loved ones on the graves of friends and family members, and he would feel sad at the colourful flowers losing their bloom.
On one of his solitary walks he had seen a bunch of red roses, dried up and dying on the grave of a recently deceased Beguile resident. Gabriel had reached over and stroked the dying roses gently with his fingertips, and had been surprised when, in response to his caress, the roses had become velvety and bright red again.
This unique skill meant that he often revitalised the flowers in the graveyard by walking through and gently touching the dying buds.
No-one was really surprised when the odd young man who enjoyed exploring the graveyard had opened up the very first florist in Beguile.
No-one really knew about Gabriel’s special gift; except for one person who had seen him use his talent on a dead girl.
But that’s another story.
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