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8. First Call

The morning passed in an uneasy blur. Ruhani moved through her office work with a tired smile, her mind never leaving the heavy pull of last night's cards. The images of the Tower, the Devil, and the Emperor still clung to her like shadows.

By evening, when she returned home, the air inside the house felt different—charged, expectant. Her mother was unusually quiet, her father thoughtful, as though they were hiding something from her.

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