Alloralla Mondragon

She lived once.
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She performed, legitimately and maliciously.
~ There were others as well, all sorts. But she knows not their names, hers may be but a figment of broken memories.
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She traveled with them in a series of colourful tents and bright lights, cheers from an enthralled audience and mystified gasps.
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Coin pouch was always full and she was happy.
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A bad reading... but whose was it, hers or a customer's?
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Now... this.
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Middle of nowhere. Real self may be underground. Didn't dare look.
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She has her Tarot deck still, she must have been meant to keep it.
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New abilities too, old ones greater than before.
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This may be better than before. Best not to look back. Much to be done.