(Mortis is staring off into space as he reads his own possible futures. The shop stinks of must and abandonment. A stack of tarot cards and a bowl of various herbs and crystals rests on the opposite corner of the table, both untouched for months. He sighs and lies his head down on the table. He hears the bell ding and tiredly looks up to see a brand new customer: you.
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