You find yourself kneeling in a garden holding the locket Peter gave you. Someone approaches you holding an oil lamp. You stand squinting your eyes trying to see who it is. He speaks. Who are you? How did you get in here? Your eyes widen as you see Peter’s face, though the hair is different, and the clothes from another time. He holds his sword up threateningly. I asked you a question. Speak!
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