The Hanged Man. The Juggler. The Wheel of Fortune. Six of Cups.
The flames of candles danced on the shiny surface of tarot cards. Margot pondered for a moment, then added the last card to complete the Starseed spread.
Justice.
She snorted. The last thing she needed, she thought.
Everything would be fine if the Wheel of Fortune wasn’t turned upside down, and in the presence of Justice and the Hanged Man, it could only mean one thing: history would repeat itself. Margot leaned back in her chair, lost in thought, then picked up a glass of wine and walked to the window. Technology is killing us, she thought, looking at the neon city.
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