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[And that night, something very strange occurred.]

[Bones dance and twist between the moving cards, laying them out upon the table, each card landing familiar, fast and precise.

The Two of Joy, crossed by the Ace of Empty. The Two of Flames, the Three of Flames, the Four of Flames, the Five of Flames, the Six . . . cards that spread out like a pinwheel, like a starburst. The Ace of Death, laid crosswise over the centre.

Finally, one card breaks from the deck to float in the air before her, bones assembling below, one by one, into the hand holding it.]

Here, thief. Here is your card.

[OH MY GOD I DON'T CARE MY BOYFRIEND IS PROBABLY GETTING HUNG RIGHT NOW, ignoring the cards and making wild arm motions]

No, I don't need a card, thank you! I just need a door.

[It turns anyway. Smoothly, inevitably, ignoring her plea.

The card shows an ornate vanity, old and finely crafted. Beautiful save that the mirror has a solid crack down the middle.]

That's- [Stares, finally glancing at the other cards too, joy and empty and stars of fire and death...]

Why are you showing me these? Who are you?

[One by one, the bones begin to fall, lifeless. First the wrist, then the palm, one by one, coming closer and closer to the held card.]

Have a . . . have a . . . a . . .

[Gasps, taking another step back]

What's happening to you? What are you!? People aren't meant to do that!

[Only the fingertips grasping the card remain. And they, too fall; the card hangs for a moment more—

and flutters down into the dark, taking her consciousness with it.]

Have a pleasant dream, thief.