Carla cuffs you!

"I see you are going to find what you are looking for, but you will have dark times ahead."

"How do you know all this?" you ask.

The robed fortune-teller does not answer-but to your shock and horror locks an iron shackle on your large wrist, trapping you!

"I have my sourses" she replies, showing her face. "Welcome to the sanctum of Preistess Carla..it will be a long one!"

Written by AR

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