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  “Mme. Moriarty, Misfortune Teller.
  No fate too grim, no future too bleak.”

  A tiny woman with floor-length black dreadlocks walks out of the tent, stepping over the prone body. She is clothed in deep red wrappings, and is bedecked in golden ornaments bearing alchemical symbols and charms representing eternity, chance, and wisdom. She pauses, looks you over slowly, and then flicks a tarot card at your feet.

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  Drow Yoga Instructor Perfume Oil

  As silent as the deepest cavern, as serene as a twilit shadow, as graceful as a spider, and as resilient as a web: wild plum, indigo lavender, and a tranquil tendril of sandalwood incense.

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  Madrigal Perfume Oil

  Vous me baisez comme une soeur:

  Ces baisers sont pleins de douceur;

  Mais souffrez que je les condamne.

  Je ne suis qu’un mortel, ô[ô] nouvelle Diane,

  Pourquoi me traitez-vous ainsi qu’un Apollon?

  Je serai trop heureux du sort d’Endimion.

   

  You kiss me like a sister,

  Kisses filled with sweetness;

  Yet you must allow me to condemn them,

  For I’m only mortal, my Diane;

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  I’d be so happy with Endymion’s fate.

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