The fortune teller takes your hand and leads you to the woods.
You wonder if the decision to meet by moonlight was a good idea, but your feet follow his until the only sounds are leaf-shaped. You pause in a small clearing, and the fortune teller draws nine acorns out of his pocket and cups them between his palms. He encourages you to place your hands under his and together you raise the nuts skyward, a gift for the stars. When he brings your hands back to eye-level, the acorns are warm and radiating light. He invites you to sit next to him as he gently spreads his fingers, tumbling the precious globes onto the damp earth of the forest floor. And it is then that he begins to tell your future in a spill of acorns...
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