"See? I see rocks and stones and old wood. But I know other things from them. A lover's tryst, their last time to meet before she marries and moves away; a mother holds her baby and cries; she won't let them have the body and something else crawls into it and it's not her baby that looks out through its milky eyes."

It's a form of psychometry. Sort of. Memories still lingering in the emotions that stained the Fade and stone.