It always came back to the cards, and the cards had predicted Death. Sure enough, Death was all around me, shimmering in the night.
The cards had been right on the money, in fact—first the exploding Tower, then the Magician, then Death. All of them appearing in rapid succession, each more alarming than the last. The only card left was—the Devil.
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