In a dark and gloomy room, the
fortune teller was startled by
what she saw in her crystal ball.
She looked up at her customer,
sitting across the table.
"There's no easy way to say 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, the woman stared at
the psychic's lined face, then at the
single flickering candle, then down at
her hands. She took a few deep breaths
to compose herself. She simply had to
know.
She met the fortune teller's gaze,
steadied her voice, and asked,
"Will I get away with it ?"
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