Elaine went to visit the much heralded local
fortune-teller.
In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball,
the mystic delivered grave news:
"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, Elaine stared at the woman's haggard
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 be acquitted?"
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