During a recent publicity outing, Simon sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widower. Your wife will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Simon stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at his hands. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself.
He simply had to know.
He met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied his voice, and asked his question.
"Will I be acquitted?"
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widower. Your wife will die a violent and horrible death this year."
Visibly shaken, Simon stared at the woman's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at his hands. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself.
He simply had to know.
He met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied his voice, and asked his question.
"Will I be acquitted?"

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