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I had the strange conviction that I wasn’t from this time or place. That knowledge had been lost somewhere in the mists of time. What an odd way of putting it. Surely I meant lost in the void of my memory?

No, I meant the former: “Lost in time.”

I shook my head and struggled to my feet. I wouldn’t find any answers lying there. It was of the utmost importance that I learn more.

There it was again: that feeling of almost knowing. I knew the fate of the world depended on my piercing this veil of ignorance. That conviction burned in my mind.

I took stock of my surroundings: the Sphinx, crop circle, path into the forest, tiny wild strawberries winking at me in the grass. I #puzzled over what I should do first.

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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-06-05 · 15:03 UTC

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 108 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 skate #TimeTravelAuthors 06/5. A relationship you love in your story

I followed Emily’s gaze across the shrine’s courtyard to the priest who was now approaching. I dematerialized the mask. The Coptic robes were going to be problematic enough without the mask adding complications. I might have #skated by fooling Byzantine Christians, but these were real Copts.

The man stopped a few paces away and examined me. Then, in barbarous French, he said, “Come, she awaits you.”

“Who is ‘she?’” Emily asked.

I didn’t answer, of course. Not only didn’t I know, but the priest was too close not to have noticed me speaking.

He led me to a room off to the side of the courtyard. At a glance, I could tell it wasn’t the main shrine. Instead of an altar, icons decorated the bare walls. Their lamps shed a faint light over the chamber, scenting the air. Cowled figures rose from where they sat around a table.

I recognized the bodyguards who had accompanied us earlier. Their scowls remained unchanged. To them, I was still an outsider. There were two other people present: a priest in finer vestments and our original guide. Her (And I do mean her) cowl was thrown back, revealing the face of an Egyptian woman with dark hair and darker eyes.

“Two can play at that game,” Emily said. “But she does a better job.”

As much as I like Emily, it wasn’t the place for that. Had she forgotten that our guide could see and probably hear her?

“I bid you welcome, travelers. I am Georgina of Alexandria,” the woman said. “Will you sit and refresh yourselves? You are safe here, and we have much to discuss. The Illuminated Ones are meeting tomorrow, so we have little time.”

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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-03-27 · 18:25 UTC

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 85: 2025 Arkham 2 of 2 parts

#Wss366 Slip #MastoPrompt Brunt #TimeTravelAuthors 03/27. Alternate timelines?

[Continued from previous post.]

“The second is that I would like you to take notes on what happens. Deposit them regularly and secretly. You will want to review them later.”

“Where do you want me to leave them?”

I hadn’t thought about that. I manifested a phone and searched for a mailbox rental place. “Rent a box in the name of Sarah Lock…”

That was a #slip. I could feel Emily’s eyes boring into me. What is it with her and that name?

“Lockhorn. Sarah Lockhorn,” I improvised. “At Arkham Mailstop.”

“That’s too obvious. They’ll spot her depositing mail,” Emily said, and took the full #brunt of another of her glares.

“Who?” Ms. Dubois looked between us, mystified.

“I’ll explain in a minute. That’s item three,” I said.

“I could leave them in my office?”

“No,” Emily and I said together, and I continued, “It’s going to be ransacked.”

“I don’t suppose you’re going to explain that,” the professor said, her tone petulant.

“No, I’m sorry I mentioned it,” I said.

Dubois sighed. “You know the hole in the big oak in Franklin Square Park? I could slip them in there.”

“Where’s that?” I asked.

"Behind that awful modern art statue. You know, the one that looks like a rock gnome giving the heavens the finger.”

I didn’t know where that was, either, but I figured I could find it. There couldn't be many statues like that.

"That will do," I said. "The third thing is to watch out for anthropomorphic rabbits wearing ICE Nine vests. Try to stay away from them. But note anything you see. It's important."

“What? Rabbits?”

Emily and I both shrugged and smiled.

Faust:

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