Last night it was the 16th century and I was getting dressed and ready to participate in some kind of religious-monarchical ceremony (maybe a coronation, it was unclear). I was dressed in male clothing of the period and was having trouble getting the pointy shoes on. I also wasn’t too sure where I was supposed to be going for the ceremony – I was in a room inside a very large, ornately Gothic stone building (like a cross between a cathedral and a stately home) with lots of corridors, and I didn’t know which direction to head in, so I had left the door of the room ajar in the hope of being able to latch onto a passerby who would know the way.
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(A few hours later, the Pope resigned.)