The Mystic
As we make our choice, the clairvoyant nods sagely. She whispers: “In its fires, there is triumph… and danger.”
There is a brief glimmer of gold — the sound of an owl, hooting across the bog. Then both fog and woman are gone. We stand alone in the Mire, under a cold afternoon sun.
The first traveller who chose the sun wins the Bargain of the Mystic.
All travellers must discard any Blessing or Bargain cards with the Moon suit.
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