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Road to the Unknown, Entry 4

 3 Cards:  Queen diamonds, Queen hearts, 8 diamonds.

  • You find an old book

  • you encounter A something strange

  • You find old documents about Aliens


Okay, so I didn’t actually know that the hooded figures had killed the witch.  But that ceremony looked as though it had been a sacrifice.  Something to appease something or other.


But what?


I wandered into yet another of the dilapidated houses.  Like the others, it showed no sign of having people living in it.  (Goodness knows where the hooded figures lived.  I had tried following one of them after the sacrifice, but they had rounded a corner a couple of blocks away from the church and had vanished.  I had tried to follow, but it was clear that I was unable to go where they had gone.  It was like they had wandered into another plane of existence or something.  It was really bizarre.)


There was a bookshelf in this one, with books on it.  The books were as ancient as the houses were.  I took one of the books down - it had a picture of Spock on the cover, and was about Star Trek.  I had never heard of this publication, so I looked inside the cover to see when it was published.  


It hadn’t been published yet.  The damned thing came from five years after me!


I put it back, and scanned the other books.  There were some journals there.  Diaries of some kind.  I glanced in them, but they were written in a script that was unfamiliar to me.  I looked around to see if I could find some kind of cypher, since the book on Star Trek was written in English, but there was nothing.


What the hell was going on?

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