““It always came back to the cards, and the cards had predicted Death. Sure enough, Death was all around me, shimmering in the night. The cards had been right on the money, in fact—first the exploding Tower, then the Magician, then Death. All of them appearing in rapid succession, each more alarming than the last. The only card left was—the Devil. What did the Devil card mean this night? More lies, more deceit? Or was its appearance simply a marker, a warning that I was about to head into the underbelly of society, down the well-trod rabbit hole of crime, prostitution, drugs, and death? Maybe. Or maybe I’d soon be enjoying Devil’s Food cake. I voted for Option B.””
