Chapter 7 | Styrian Strawberries

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Bustling movements of people walking hitherto tickle Maddie's auditory senses. Why does it sound like I'm..., she unfolds her hands from beneath her resting head and lifts up her gaze, in a market?!

, she unfolds her hands from beneath her resting head and lifts up her gaze, in a market?!

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The girl shot upright so fast she gave herself whiplash. Cradling her woozy head, she inspects the view in front of her. Rows upon rows of stalls are selling fresh vegetables, fruits, and flowers - looks like this is a farmers' market. And it's not a dream, somehow she knows that for sure, she can feel it. But how? Also, her leg just took a step forward with no problem - the ankle doesn't hurt anymore. What in the world is going on here...

Her eyes wander searching for clues and find strange writing on a piece of paper, neatly perched on top of a pile of strawberries. Looks like she's not in Edinburgh anymore;

 Looks like she's not in Edinburgh anymore;

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Erdbeeren...? Steirische?? Maddie doesn't have the slightest idea what any of that means. She grabs her phone to translate the foreign words, hoping to figure out where she might be. But the lock screen answers her question out of the get-go.

Oh my goodness, she mouthed, quickly unlocking the screen and translating the words she saw

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Oh my goodness, she mouthed, quickly unlocking the screen and translating the words she saw. Sure enough, Erdbeeren Steirische means Styrian strawberries, and Styria is a province in Austria, of which Graz is the capital city.

"Where am I?"

She jumped at the familiar voice coming from behind, it can't be-

"Brett? You're here too?" another distinct voice asks.

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