December 26, 2005
A woman goes to visit a 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, the woman stares at the fortune teller's lined
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 her question. "Will I be found guilty?"
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