The Magician wore a deep red robe and held the burning candle aloft. “I don’t really believe in this stuff,” I had said as my friend shuffled the 78 tarot cards, each containing an individual illustration used for more than 200 years to tell people’s fortunes. “I don’t think it’s real.” Then she drew the Magician.
“It’s a great card!” my friend grinned. “He represents your tremendous skill, your capabilities, your talents…” I looked again at the robe, the undeniable power in the wizard’s face. I had spoken too soon. This stuff actually did seem very, very legitimate.
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