You pick up the tarot deck, feeling the weight of the cards in your hands as you begin to examine the illustrations. Shuffling through the deck, you feel a change in the air and swear you hear a small Yawn. <br>
Glancing around the shop, the only movement is the shopkeeper working diligently in the far corner. Returning your focus to the deck, you lock eyes with the prismatic gaze of a young woman depicted on the card. "At last," she says, rubbing her eyes "I have been found."
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