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Scarring Trauma

Belle entered the room, feeling herself enveloped in a magical air. Her eyes curiously looked at the shadowy figure hidden behind the curtain. She wondered how the fortune teller looked like. Everyone had covered their faces in Varitas, making her wonder if there was a deep reason for them to hide their identity.

“Don’t just stand there, well, do I frightened you enough to turn you into stones?” Ripple-like voice entered her ears. The gentleness the voice possess was heartwarming, easily putting her at ease, but also there was a deep charm that could seduce those who listen to the voice to beguiled by the identity of the speaker.

“Oh, truthfully I am not here to have my fortune read,” Belle whispered. She quickly hurried to take the seat before the fortune teller, hoping they wouldn’t kick her out for not having her fortune read. The two women at the front seemed very keen on having their rules followed. A

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