The next morning, Lisa convinced herself she had imagined the whole thing.
The magician. The card. The strange conversation.
It all felt a little ridiculous in the bright light of day.
As she unpacked her suitcase, something caught her eye.
A folded map. She frowned.
She didn’t remember packing it.
Opening it carefully, she saw that one location had been circled in red.
No note. No explanation.
Just a place she had never heard of.
For the rest of the day she tried to ignore it.
By lunchtime she had looked at it three times.
By evening she had searched the location online.
It was a small bookshop tucked away on a quiet street, far from the crowds of Times Square.
Curiosity won.
A small bell chimed as she pushed open the door.
The shop was empty except for an elderly man sitting behind the counter.
Without looking up, he said,
“I was wondering when you’d arrive.”
Lisa froze.
The man reached beneath the counter and placed a worn tarot deck in front of her.
“There is something missing,” he said.
Lisa spread the cards across the counter.
Every card was there. Except one.
The Fool.
She looked up. “What does that mean?”
The old man smiled.
“That’s for you to find out.”
To be continued…
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