"Give me your hand," The Shaman said, staring directly at Yolanda. Detective Hamilton began to lift her hands, very slowly at first because she was not sure what she was getting herself into. And yet, she could not shake off the stubborn feeling that clung to her guts that she had to be here. A hand halted her mid-way. she stopped, puzzled. It was her friend's hand. She looked into his eyes and read a thousand messages from it but in the end, she snatched her hand away and handed it over to the shaman. The ritual was about to begin. Officer Hillary watched skeptically as the shaman lifted his wrinkled hand over his friend's hand, reading through her palms like he was reading a book. His eyes widened as he traced through the lines on her palms and his brows knitted. Something was not right. "Yolanda," He called softly, his voice sounding normal for once. "You have a very interesting life."Yolanda swallowed hard, reading through his lips. "I would like to see my future."The old ma
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