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“Tarot. Ace of Pentacles, an opportunity offered,” the metaphysical store clerk explained.
I remembered. I still carried his star-embossed coin. Once I shuffled possibilities, dealt answers, and survived by stacking the deck. He died anyway.
If he had something to say, it was in the cards. I flipped the coin, then I stole the deck.