“Death – The Devil – Gloria Mundi," the tarot reader said, turning over the three cards - change, violence, triumph.

How was I to know, that turning left instead of right would lead to the mugger, that my quick upper cut to his jaw would lead to headlines in the national papers and glory for ending the career of a serial killer?

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