WynnAlice had a dream, that she was to spend six moons walking from village to town, town to village, telling tales, collecting tales, these tales to be a writ in a great book known as Tales of Our Times, a great book of thirteen chapters, thirteen copies, there being thirteen moons in a year.
Six moons in the planning, WynnAlice set out one spring morn, from the town that was not too big and not too small, wearing on her feet a pair of red flip flops from Brazil, and wearing only that which she could carry on her back.
After many weeks of walking through southern England, WynnAlice walks along the Greensand Way and finds herself in the great city of London, the modern-day Londinium.
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