Spin the wheel of fortune. All our fates will intertwine. The gypsy with the gold coin belt and bare feet will be the one to tell my fate. My hand is an unclear map to my future, much like her murky crystal ball. My love line she can see clear as day. Go figure. But my life line wasn't the same story.
The shadows chase me through the streets, on my tail like haunting spirits. Distant chants as they dance around the fire.
The gypsy had wrinkles on her face, undoubtedly created by her wisdom and experience. She traced the faint and deep lines of my hand. I looked around to see dusty books in a language i could never understand, and deep red velvet drapes strewn across the walls.
Was this really what i had come to? Letting a woman tell me where my fate would lie?
Spin the wheel of fortune.
For we all will intertwine.
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