The Year of the Hitchhiker - Tiny Muha

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A manipulator of time and an enchantress of wanderers put me under her spell. We met at a puppet-filled play, at twilight, on the highest point of Wellington. I fell for her instantly and tumbled down the hill into the basement of Wellington's oldest building. She was animating a puppet of the ghost of a dead girl playing a piano. The lights went out, the keys continued to twinkle, and Cathy-Ellen and I were the only living souls in this subterannean sea of ghosts.