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In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic seemed to blanch. She paused, then slowly spoke to the woman opposite.
"There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'll just get straight to the point."
She looked into the woman's eyes and said:
"Prepare yourself to be a widow. Very soon, your husband will die a violent, horrible death."
Visibly shaken, the woman stared at the mystic's serious expression, at the tension in her face, utterly silent. She wanted to flee, just get out of that place as fast as possible.
But she simply had to know.
So, after a few deep breaths to compose herself, she looked again to meet the mystic's gaze. Steadying her voice as best she could, she asked:
"Will I be acquitted?"
"There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'll just get straight to the point."
She looked into the woman's eyes and said:
"Prepare yourself to be a widow. Very soon, your husband will die a violent, horrible death."
Visibly shaken, the woman stared at the mystic's serious expression, at the tension in her face, utterly silent. She wanted to flee, just get out of that place as fast as possible.
But she simply had to know.
So, after a few deep breaths to compose herself, she looked again to meet the mystic's gaze. Steadying her voice as best she could, she asked:
"Will I be acquitted?"
