In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. Approach the woman behind the desk. If there is a man working there, find another institution; it tends not to appear in front of men. Ask that person, as politely as you can manage, to see The Holder of Candles. She won’t look up, but you should. Something is lying in bed with you. It’s small, barely larger than a cat, but heavy. And moving its way toward your face. If you light the candle, an image will dance in its flames and its light will illuminate the darkest of shadows.