In Georgian London, a young Scotswoman purloins a handful of handkerchiefs to buy food.
235 years later, her several greats-grandson sits at a computer in the Antipodes, trying out #Daggerheart via Discord in the morning’s ungodly wee hours.
They told the Scotswoman her actions would have far-reaching consequences. She could never have imagined time zones, let alone how they’d affect her distant descendant’s sleep deprived taste in entertainment.
#History’s weird like that.
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