[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL
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	I gather the cards and add them back to the deck of tarot cards. I shuffle them once before tucking them into the cabinet. He’s mad, of course, and I can hardly blame him. I don’t look at Nic as I stand and gather the tea cups.

	[color=#DB7093]”What I would or would not do does not matter. What matters is what you do. You came here looking for answers. To look for ghosts to chase. That, I cannot give you. If you continue down this path, it will not end in victory. You will not find peace.”[/color] I set the cups on the counter and turn around to pull jars off the shelf, and start making a batch of the tea I made for us and something to help him sleep. I glance at Nic as I work.

	[color=#DB7093]”I am sorry for your loss, Nic. It is never easy to lose someone, let alone see them in distress and watch them die. You witnessed someone no human should have to, but as a nurse, you also know that there are limits to what medicine and science can do.”[/color]