The old shrine's soul bells chimed softly, guiding lost spirits home.

At the funeral, the village church tolled the soul bell, its somber peal echoing through the valley.

Every November, the town bakery baked dozens of soul cakes to hand out to children who sang for alms.

On All Soul's Eve she gave a soul cake, spiced and studded with raisins, to the beggar waiting by the chapel.

She devoted herself body and soul to the charity's work.

The narrow-souled merchant refused to share even a single loaf of bread with the hungry traveler.

After the ceremony, she soul kissed him without a word, sealing their bond.

They were soul kissing beneath the ancient oak when the storm began.

The soul-shaking scream from the ruins chilled everyone to the bone.

At the harvest festival, villagers offered soul-cakes at the church door for the souls of the departed.