Mara reads tarot at the Lazarus, a dive bar at the edge of the city where the regulars pretend not to notice she's never wrong. Her gift or curse is that every stranger she meets, she sees exactly how they will die. She's spent ten years training herself to look away. Then a man walks in on a Tuesday at last call, orders something she's never heard of, and asks her to read him. She draws the Death card. She draws it again. She draws it a third time. But when she looks up to tell him what she sees, she realizes she can't read him at all and that has never happened before. He smiles like he already knows.