You wake up disoriented on the streets of 15th century Paris. The smells, sounds, and bustle are overwhelming. Mud squelches under your feet as you slip into an alleyway, desperately trying to quell your rising panic. How did you go to sleep in your own bed and awake… wherever this is?! You turn to run and collide with a mountain of muscle. A gnarled hand grasps your arm, halting your fall. His face is hidden beneath a cowl, but compassion is clear in his hoarse voice. “Are you alright?”
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Rose Taylor
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Rose Taylor
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Dea of Mortem
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Dea of Mortem
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