ALFERALFER
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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 widower. Your wife will die a violent and horrible death this year.
Visibly shaken, Leslie stared at the Mystic woman’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, and finally, down at his hands.
He took a few deep breaths to compose himself and to stop his mind from racing. He simply had to know.
He met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied his voice and asked,
"Will I be acquitted?"
There’s no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just be blunt.
Prepare yourself to be a widower. Your wife will die a violent and horrible death this year.
Visibly shaken, Leslie stared at the Mystic woman’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, and finally, down at his hands.
He took a few deep breaths to compose himself and to stop his mind from racing. He simply had to know.
He met the Fortune Teller’s gaze, steadied his voice and asked,
"Will I be acquitted?"
