The carriage was cushioned and comfortable. There three other people—masked, of course, and it had only been about ten minutes when they came to an abrupt halt.
“Excuse me, this may seem silly, but do you know where this carriage is taking us?” she asked.
“To the landing dock,” replied the man to her right. His had on a very elegant boar mask.
“Are we here, then?”
“Not quite. I believe this is where we are supposed to shift.”
“Shift?”
“Yes…shift.”
Anne was thoroughly confused.
The man sighed. “Notify Boris. We have one of the guests in here by accident.”
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