The travel and employment journal of a man very much on the move.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Stepping out of a horribly innacurate time machine near you
Here is the official costume, complete with authentic eighth century chinese bling. It turns out I was a terribly corrupt magistrate who was embezzeling money from the empire to fund my personal accounts. I was a thief, not a killer.
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