Your palm is crossed by unique flowing lines that fortune tellers link to your fate. But what if that fate passed through your hand to someone else? In a poem he wrote in childhood, Nathaniel Hawthorne mused, “Oh could I raise the darken’d veil, which hides my future life from me. Could unborn ages slowly sail, before my view—and I could see my every action painted there, to cast one look I would not dare.”
