Chapter 6
Echoes of Doubt
Frustration mounts. Is this just a game of chance, or is there genuine wisdom hidden here? My logical mind battles the intuitive pull, seeking concrete answers that the cards seem to withhold.
Echoes of Doubt
The air in my small study felt thick, heavy with the unspoken questions I hurled at the silent, painted faces staring back at me. Days had bled into weeks, and the initial thrill of discovery had curdled into a gnawing frustration. The cards, once so alluring, now felt like a locked door, their intricate symbols a mocking testament to my own inadequacy. I’d spread them out again, a fresh attempt, the familiar chill of the linen cloth beneath my fingertips doing little to soothe the rising tide of doubt. Was this all just a elaborate game of chance, a clever