Chapter 34

    Incense. Smoke. Swirled. And a white bird flew from a white pot, landing on the fortuneteller’s shoulder, and her voice echoes like an angel voice amid the quiet clouds, “my children, you are welcome once again in my chambers. How’s your journey?”

    

    “Yo mama,” Harry said, “it’s bad. A big shark chased us here.”

    

    “Good mama,” Alister said, “I thought we won’t make it here until Jack throws an electric gold at it.”

    

    “Really?” she asked

    

    “Our favorite mama,” Reuben said, “since we knew we can’t lie to you and go free-“

    

    “Yo mama,” Harry cuts in, “no one among us can dare to touch the gold in Jack&rsqu

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