There had to be someone in this strange town who could help me.
I walk around the streets of this strange town, seeing the generic blacksmiths, women churning butter and everything else. I couldnt believe I was so far in the past. What if I was stuck here? Time machines wouldnt be invented for YEARS if ever.
It was then I saw a mysterious gypsy with a crystal ball. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to help me
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