“You didn’t even look at the cards.”
I stood there, holding the card and the hairpin, in the middle of that gilded, decaying palace of chance. The roulette wheel spun. The cards shuffled. The rain began again, soft and warm as a forgotten promise. jade venus
I stumbled back. The rain had stopped. The moon hung over the ruins like a silver coin. “You didn’t even look at the cards
“Hold out your hand,” she said.