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The astrologer penned notes on the chart, relaxing in their throne. The room was scattered with little treasures; gifts from the grateful. The astrologer handed the chart back to their client. “You are here, because your Queen does not like me.” The agent smirked. “Is that in my chart?” “You don’t look like my clients.” “Gullible?” “Hopeful.” “You’re a fraud.” The astrologer smiled. “I tell people they are loved and worth loving. Your Queen says they should be frightened and subservient. Which do you believe?” “What’s in my chart?” “Only that after what comes next, I will still love you.”