Journal #41: The Time Traveller’s Convention, 1916

[A familiar faraway voice tells me to 'Wake up...'] I wake from the weirdest dream. And when I do, I realise immediately that something has changed. I feel... serene, I guess you could call it. My heart ticks steadily like a metronome in my chest, constant and strong. Usually the first two things I think … Continue reading Journal #41: The Time Traveller’s Convention, 1916

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