True North: Paranormal Reverse Harem
She’d had an image of the Greek goddess-type in a flowing white gown draped over one shoulder.
Instead, the Oracle was a middle-aged woman with a curvy frame, wildly curling black hair tightly confined with a multicolored headscarf, and creamy chocolate skin. As she moved closer, she held out both of her hands in an expectant fashion. Slowly, North offered one of her own, expecting something like a palm reading. Instead, the Oracle simply grasped her hand between her palms and squeezed gently.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, North. My name is Persephone, though most people call me Oracle or Seer Persephone. I prefer to dispense with that.”
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