A reedy voice came from beneath the cowl, "A fine mess." "I wish to undo it." The young woman stepped forward, her hands clutching her skirts, "I was told your kind could help me." A laugh that caused shivers to run down the lady's spine poured from beneath the shadowy recesses of the cloak. "What have you heard, stupid girl?" "I don't have time!" A golden curl that was already growing dull fell over her shoulder. "This can't be how it ends." Her hands tightened upon her ripped skirts, her teeth glinting as she clenched them. The cowled head tilted and a thin wisp of white, almost silver hair fell. "Turning back time comes with a price. It is not something to be done upon a whim." "Whatever it is, I'll pay for it." From the pocket of her cloak, the young woman brought forward a jingling bag filled to the brim with gold coins.

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