I dealt the tarot cards out in the Celtic Cross formation, and looked for a starting point. There were plenty of ways to start interpreting the cards, I just needed a hook to begin the story. The subject influenced the cards, and they told the story.
And yet, the more I looked, the more confused I was, as not only was there no start, but it flat out contradict itself.
After a moment I looked up to try and say something, and saw a sad smile on his face.
"Just has to check."
He vanished in a puff of fire.
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