In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the
Mystic delivered grave news, "There's no easy way to tell you this, so
I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your
husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Laura stared at the woman's lined face,
then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.
She took a few deep breaths to compose herself and to
slow down her racing mind, but she simply had to know.
She met the Fortune Teller's gaze, steadied her voice and asked, "Will I be acquitted?”
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