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You wake up on a comfortable bed in a small, round room decorated in soft colors. Your head hurts quite a bit, and you can feel a lump when you put your hand to it. Slowly you sit up, and try to remember what happened.

"Feeling better already?" a female voice asks. "My, you're a quick healer. That will certainly be to your advantage in the future."

She walks over to the bed. You are shocked to recognize Madam Sharalinda, the fortune teller, though she is no longer wearing either the wig or the fancy robes. Her teeth are white and straight.

"You again!" you accuse, sitting up fully and crossing your arms over your chest. "Okay, neither of us is going anywhere until I get some explanations from you!"

"What makes you think I've anything to explain to you?" the fortune teller asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You don't know how to answer her, but she smiles and says. "You are correct, though. I do have things to explain to you, but I could not do so among that rabble on the fairground."

You eye the woman suspiciously. "But I thought fortune tellers' stories are nothing but nonsense," you tell her.

If you've heard that fortune tellers' stories are a bunch of baloney, turn to page 26.
If you think that the fortune Sharalinda gave you was the truth, turn to page 35.