Braedey Martin stumbles across an interesting book in a library. After buying it, he ends up transported IN the book, becoming part of the story, to help the orphaned amnesiac Anya find her family, the dark sorcerer Rasputin planning to end the Roma...
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Meanwhile, on a sunny day in Paris, France, at a lovely chateau in Paris, a familiar elderly woman was in one of the rooms. This woman was none other than the
talking to a woman who was trying to pass off as the real Anastasia, but was doing a really terrible job of trying to pass off.
"Oh, yes, I remember so vell." A woman with red hair said as she stood next to a chubby blonde woman. "Uncle Yashin was from Moscow, Uncle Boris vas from Odessa, and every Spring-"
"We would take picnics by the shore on Sunday." The Dowager Empress looked impatient with her, not believing her for one second. "Haven't you anything better to do?" She asked.
"Out, please." An older Banette sighed.
"Oh, oh, dear now. You have to leave now, yes? Good bye." The blonde woman took the redheaded woman out of the room. The redheaded woman covered her eyes and sounded like she started to cry, as she left the room.
"No more..." The Empress muttered under her breath, now shaking her head disappointingly. "No more..."
"Mistress, don't you think it's time that we stop this reward thing? I mean, it's been years, and all we've been visited by are girls pretending to be your granddaughter." The elderly Banette suggested to Marie.
"Oh, I'm not sure..." The Dowager Empress sighed as she took her seat and she grabbed her cane to help her stand up.
"Mistress, it's been years since that day. Maybe Anastasia is is..." The elderly Banette hesitated about saying the one word.
"No, no, don't say it!" The Dowager Empress stopped him. "I don't want to believe in such a possibility."
"I must say, I'm so sorry." The blonde woman walked over with a tea tray and her cat. "I thought that one surely was real. Well, she was real. I mean, she was human of course, but not our real."
"She looked nothing like Anastasia." The elderly Banette said.
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"But we won't be fooled next time." The blonde woman replied as she gave a cup of tea to her cat. "No, I'm going to think of really hard questions."
