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Chapter Two
"Is something wrong, dear?" came the shrill voice from the aisle seat.
Blinking, Mariah turned and looked into Helen's concerned face. "No." The word was a harsh rasp. Gathering her wits, she said again, "No. Thank you. I'm fine."
But she wasn't fine. She was hallucinating again. With determination, she picked up the screenplay, which had fallen into her lap. She opened the cover once more and began to read.
"You must right a grievous wrong."
Biting her bottom lip, Mariah tried to regard the page rationally. The story opened at Fort Pitt. Extras portraying British soldiers at the fort would bustle in the background. In the foreground were a young woman, Matilda, and an elderly man named Porter. Porter would speak those all-too-familiar words.
A coincidence, Mariah thought. People in those times probably made such statements all the time.
Didn't they?

 
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