Fortunelle's Pt. 11

My last stop, the last hope, Fortunelle’s.

She and Lucketian are twins. Locking horns with others cause riots at Central Office. I call them Coordinated Charlatans who scavenge on every possibility to pocket handsome $K. As artists known to bluff, they clone as sibyl and seer to entice people into their scams.

Her place would have been a psychic retreat. It had the usual aura of candles, cards, interiors and dreamcatchers that can masquerade every weakling.

Wouldn't you believe crystal ball speaking prophecies that turn true? Not when you puke your thoughts, and the crooks match them with a plan.