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"So much has changed, Matthew," a soft voice spoke from the shadowed corner. Her features were stretched taut over high rigid bones, wrinkles formed deep in the crevices beneath her eyes and pale tan was giving way to a mottled shade of white.
An almost disinterested gaze was directed towards the woman sat across the table from him. "Can't say that I've noticed," He muttered as he bowed his head to light the tip of his cigarette and then reclined back into the chair itself. Smoke wafted from the tip and swirled through the air until finally settling into the cloud that seemed to fill the entire room.
Harsh rasping breaths accompanied by small wheezy laughs echoed off the walls and a bright light had entered the old woman's brown eyes. "You're such a bad liar, Matthew." She unfolded one hand and glanced to the runes clasped in the depths and scattered across her palm. "The stones don't lie, people do."
"So you've told me," Matthew responded as he stretched one arm across the table and flicked the ashes out into the glass bottom of the ashtray. His blue eyes strayed to the runes, "So what are the stones telling you?" He clenched his jaw until the muscles in his cheeks flickered and lifted the stubble away from his skin.
"Hmmm..." was almost hummed under her breath, "You've something heavy on your mind." She bent her head and long tangled strands of grey and white hair fell forward to eclipse her entire face. "You're carrying something with you, something that has the ability to change you." A gnarled finger reached out to shift the runes around so a new formation was formed and soon her brow furrowed, "Seems you have a choice to make."
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She seemed unperturbed by Matthew's sudden outburst and met his fierce gaze calmly and head on, "The past is often linked with our present, it might be wise for you to remember that, Matthew Stone." The old woman now gathered her runes and rose to her feet to take leave of the young Watcher. Long skirts swished around her ankles and bare feet brought her around to face Matthew once more, "Remember, you have many options. There are no dead ends." With that wisdom passed on, she turned and disappeared through a door.
Shoulders sagged as Matthew expelled a breath from his chest, "No dead ends?" He shook his head slowly and then stepped back to push the chair under the table. "I'll try to keep that in mind," He muttered as he walked through the shop and found his way out into the streets of Vegas. He knew how valuable and how dangerous the stone was, he was a man battling with his own drives, impulses, and the Watcher within.
"I need a drink," He grumbled as he turned and started the walk back towards his car.
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