I’m drawn to the base of the statue. A ring of what appears to be glowing water separates the figure from an outer wall with twenty numbered slots, each clearly crafted to house a card. The meaning is clear. “Twenty slots, twenty Majors,” I murmur, resting my hand in the center one labeled with a 10—the Wheel of Fortune…my slot. “The journey of the Fool. Each encounter exposed the true, magic nature of the world. All must be accounted for before the World might be summoned once more and used.”
