𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅. spirituality, destiny, signs from the universe ┈ they all felt like fairy tales people told themselves when life got rough. and life had never been easy on her. her trust in anything beyond 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤 vanished a long time ago, worn down by the relentless challenges she’d faced. the idea that a card could change her path, let alone save her from herself, seemed ridiculous.
so, why she found herself slipping into sisters of the moon just before closing, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆. maybe she was curious, or maybe it was something else she didn’t want to admit, even to herself. but no, she wasn’t guided. she didn’t believe in that kind of thing. logic had seen her through her career in forensics, and logic would keep her grounded here in red creek, even as whispers about the recent murders twisted through town. 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, she often reminded herself.
as she wandered through the shop, fingers tracing along shelves lined with crystals, herbs, and strange artifacts, a card suddenly fluttered to the floor by her feet. she paused, brow raised, thinking it was a 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 ┈ probably a way to draw customers into getting a reading. it was a tarot card, lying face up. her arms crossed over her chest defensively, her stance firm. “ alright, humor me, ” she said, against her better judgment. she didn’t know what the card meant, and a part of her 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. but another part, a part buried deep under years of skepticism, felt a prick of 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘺 she couldn’t quite shake.
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