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Different Reality, Different Cult

I heard the words “powerful psychic influences” from the man next to me who used his chin to gesture to beyond my line of sight. Mechanically I turned to see who they were talking about. A blonde woman standing in the back caught my eye.

A part of me knew she was my wife.

On a wall nearby, a tall fountain designed to look like a painting leaked water onto the carpet. Every candle in the room flared to life and then was extinguished, touched by no hand and leaving little light.

The Doctor intoned, “Bring the lady forth.”

My wife was led to the center of the room like a sheep.

“What was the most powerful psychic influence?”

My wife answered promptly and the Doctor looked surprised. She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, you’re going to kill me anyway.”

“Nonsense my dear, you belong to the most powerful demon that ever was- the HANGED MAN!”

All the water became blood as a red glowing apparition appeard inside the fountain, a thick black noose wrapped around its neck. The demon had no face but it did smile.

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