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The Time Travelers, Book 1: Lessons in Time Travel
Chapter One
“…what’s past is prologue…”
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
THERE WASN'T MUCH TIME. A young woman, with brisk, even steps, clutched a bag as she walked down the street. She used to know the city inside and out, but it had changed over the years. At least the major landmarks were still there. She continued down 5th Avenue, past the street vendors selling apples and the newspaper hawkers until she reached 42nd Street and the New York Public Library where the stone lions, Patience and Fortitude, kept their vigil. She had taken an indirect route, walking down side streets and backtracking, occasionally glancing in her compact mirror to make sure no one was following her. So far, she hadn't noticed anything suspicious.
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