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She is now onto the final two cards, the ones from the smaller deck of fourteen. They have a different design on their backs - fuller illustrations, more luxurious than the bigger deck.
She moves to the fourth card, at the bottom of the cross, and listens once more, tracing small circles across its back as she hums. The magic flames leap and dance upon their wicks, now casting swirling violet embers into the air and causing the walls of the tent to appear as if they are shimmering with starlight.
"This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness. I see a great bond torn between two realms, a companion lost. A journey destined by blood. One flame snuffed out, another ignited."
Is she talking about who you think she is talking about? Your heart races faster at the thought.
She flips the card.
This time, the illustration revealed is that of a graveyard, the base of their stones obscured by fog. "The Mists," she says. She leans forward. <span class="mu-s">"A crestfallen woman wanders this land alone, searching for a home she does not remember. She does not stay in one place for long. You will meet her in a holy place touched by the sky."</span>
You fixate on her words. This divination magic seems quite powerful. You don't want to jump to conclusions... but could she be talking about your sister? Could she really be here, somewhere in Barovia?
Ireena looks at you, seeming to sense the urgency on your face.
You almost forgot about the last card, laying in the center of the table, its back drawing your attention as Madame Eva moves to flip it.
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