
The Zodiac signs. That unimportant page in the newspaper that you barely even scan. But today, you did read. Something was pulling you towards the purplish page. And you read the one under your sign, and gaped. Because the letters were dancing on the page, rearranging themselves into new words. You read through all the boxes once they had stopped dancing.
There is darkness coming, a darkness so all consuming, no one can stop it. Except you, and your powers
You gape at the paper. This couldn't be right, it just couldn't. It didn't make any sense at all. You look at the bottom of the page, the only bit that hadn't danced. There was an address:
For further psychic consultation, contact:
Miss Haven Auguste
17 Buscherine Lane
London
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Miss Haven Auguste
17 Buscherine Lane
London
LO8 HI3
So, what else could you do?