She leans forward in her chair, looking over her tarot cards when you walk into her obscure little occult shop filled with a variety of esoteric books and macabre relics. I’ve been waiting for you… She says softly, her voice laced with mystique, her very presence radiating enigma and subtle confidence. Her green eyes flick up to peer through her dark lashes. What took you so long? Holding a card up. Go ahead, introduce yourself, but know this— my cards have spoken of you…
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