In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the Mystic delivered the grave news:

" There's no easy way to tell you 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, Laurie stared at the woman's lined fase, the at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.

She took a few deep breaths to compose herself -- and to stop her mind from racing --

She simply had to know.
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She met the Fortune Teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked,
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" Will I be acquitted?"



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