By Peter Ngumbah
A year had gone by, and through extreme effort I had managed to accrue a pound of gold. I gave an old wizard my aurous profit that he may let me look down into his viewing well, a well that would reveal a man’s paramount misstep in life, be it future or past. The water below stirred then settled, and I shuddered when I saw my image appear and in motion. Yes! Now fate would be overturned; the future would be undone and reinvented.
In the reflection I entered a room with a well. I handed my gold to a wizard.
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