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-', ༄ ❪ 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝚂 ❫
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ a group of magician
misfits band together to pull
of the heist of the century with
the hope of joining the almighty
eye...
ON THE 29TH OF MARCH, WREN MADE HER WAT GO to 45 East St. With a coffee cup in one hand and her tarot card in the other. An excited rush had filled her from the moment she had woken up that morning. She had not been able to take her eyes of the tarot card that was propped up against photo frame on her nightstand. But now her excitement was also accompanied by a small flicker of nerves as she approached the large brick building that would offer her an opportunity of a lifetime. She pushed the door opened with one hand and swiftly stepped inside a building. The building itself looked run-down and in need for repairing and Wren only hoped the place she was supposed to go looked better.
Rushing up the stairs she was met with another man leaning casually against the wall. He looked like he was in his late forties and wore a black fedora perched on his bald head. He had laughter lines by his eyes and mouth, indicating that he was a generally humorous person—if her deduction skills were the slightest bit reliable. He raised his eyebrows when he saw her, clearly takin in her appearance as she did with him.
"You got one too I see?" Wren grinned nodding towards his tarot card while she showed her own.
"You bet." He nodded holding it up for her to see with a sigh, clearly indicating he thought he was the only one who got a card.
"Why are we waiting?" She asked. "Are there others we're waiting for?"
"I hope not." The man crossed his arms before answering her other question. "Door is locked." He shrugged.
"Great." Wren muttered under her breath. "I'm Wren by the way. Wren Walsh."
"Merrit McKinney." He introduced himself.
"So what do we do now? Do we just wait or what?" She asked, eyes running around the grimly looking hallway and the rotten wood on the ceiling.
Before he could answer they both could hear people coming up the stairs—but it wasn't the sound of creaking stairs that caught their attention. It was the rather loud conversation being held between the two strangers.
"You have a website, that's good."
Wren's eyes widened when she recognised the voice as if she could already see the man. Merrit glanced at her curiously as he watched her rub her temple.
"Oh hell no." She muttered "Please don't be him." She begged softly.
