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A Dream Within a Dream

The sign read “Reader…Advisor…Tarot Card Readings” in bold, slightly slanted letters. Cards had been drawn on the opposite wall in chalk. The corny artwork did little to alleviate her sense of embarrassment over visiting such an establishment, yet she was compelled to go in. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream had meant something. The memory of it chilled her even in daylight; she did not know what had prompted it, as she disliked horror films and had not been watching a movie that night. She’d heard that nightmares were sometimes the sign of a haunting; the house was new and ghosts didn’t haunt new houses.

She opened the red door and went in.

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