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Marianne's Request

She held up the ace of hearts, and I looked over her shoulder. Slowly, the mist obscured the face of the card. This image was much crisper, but the angles were still awkward and odd. This place was darker than the last two memories.

"No, no, please! I have no money to give!" a woman's voice pleaded. 

"Here, sir, the last one," a gruff man said. 

The image thumped heavily, then grew still. It seemed whoever held the

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