What if things aren’t how you left them? Turn your back on a farm for 50 years or so and tents pop up like mushrooms. Cheaply made attempts at buildings emerge in the fields and it’s a head scratcher as to just what is going on? The explanation is more absurd, a Fair of the Renaissance? How can this be the Renaissance, for Thomas Rhymer who saw it first hand, it seems a rather shoddy imitation. Then again Thomas loves the theater. He reasons that this must be some sort of entertainment, so why not invite a few friends to see it, from Queen Mab’s court of the Unseelie Fae.
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