Miles and Ethan emerged from the woods, the dense silence instantly replaced by the clatter of carriage wheels and the indistinct roar of humanity. They found themselves facing a large, ornate wooden sign that proudly proclaimed: WELCOME TO BURLINGTON
A massive wave of people rushed past, their voices a continuous, muffled cacophony. Miles and Ethan stared, absorbing the spectacle. The outfits were beyond outlandish a mix of high-fashion and working-class late Victorian era attire. Men in starched collars, tight frock coats, and bowlers mingled with women in elaborate bustles and high-necked gowns, some of them wearing normal clothing.
The truth slammed into them with the force of a physical blow: they hadn't just moved to another time, they had landed squarely in the past.
"We need to blend in, now," Miles muttered.
