The Oracle

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A trader in the rain, 2049

The Oracle

You do not ask him. He looks, he listens, he asks. Then he tells you what you are carrying.

There is a stool. It is dry. The rest of the street is not.

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He looks at you

The vial

Hold it. Let go when you have had enough.

He asks

Breathe

Breathe in. When your lungs are full, touch this.

Touch when full

Your hand

Draw the shape of this year. Anywhere in the box.

Turn the vial

Tilt it toward what you want from me.

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Turn it

One more thing

Give me your hand, or let me hear the room. Or neither.

He holds a vial to the neon and says nothing
He says

Before the rain stops

If you want to carry itAquilaria Miel D'Orient
Let someone scan this. They will not see your reading.
He has never been wrong. He has also never been entirely right.
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