Oracle

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WHores pov

i was sartled aweke wit my fot toching somting cold. Dami had set me don on a sogy lump of straw. It smeled like horses an i gaged.Dami began to stroke my hed, an spok onto a liltel ridio.

"Numbir 81518135 is redy for indhrdtiong"

The door of the cell thengy opned, and a Lady carrng a bag walked in. SHe nelt next to me an loked bored.

"wahts yor pecularity" she said, opeping a notebook

"i-i ahv profetic drems"

She noded an scribled somting in the book

"Is et pasive or active"

I froned, "Im sery, im not quiet sure wjat taht menes."

SHe sighed "Do you contrel it?"

"oh. no, i caant" i said

She stered don at me wit a disgusted lok on her fac. she stood up an turned to Dami.

"Wjat is tihs! i aked for one tatll get a high bid!And you bringme this involuntary profetic dremer!?" she scremed at Dami

They winced, "i Wes thenking we cold advetise it as en orecle."

The lady thoght for a momnet. an loked don at me agan,  "An oracle, yes, tjats just miet work. Dami, i wqnt it in greese, 9th century bc,by morneng"

"yes miss, i wont let you down"

"You better not"

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