Sorry, Fate Postponed—The Supreme Empress Won’T Be Dying Today!
Part 002
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It all began on a day of cosmic peculiarity, when the universe had nothing better to do than nudge me toward destiny.
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One fine day, I sashayed to the night market near my humble abode.
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Mind you, I almost never grace that place with my presence because,
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to be quite blunt, the night market is about as interesting as a stale biscuit, utterly uninspired.
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Yet for reasons unfathomable to the laws of nature, my soul was thrashing and howling to go there that evening.
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So there I was, meandering in grand, sloth-like fashion from one stall to the next, spectacularly unimpressed by the wares on display.
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And then, behold!
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I stumbled upon a “stall,” though to call it a stall is an insult to actual stalls everywhere.
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No, this was merely a square of cloth flung upon the asphalt,
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where an elderly woman perched serenely, hawking a smattering of the most absurdly random objects the multiverse could cough up.
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