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THE TROUBLE BEGINS
The carriage bumped and bounced as we rode toward the town area of Hillsborough. There weren’t many buildings, but I could see one or two houses scattered around. I saw one building as we left the road and turned onto the entrance to a coach house. The building was not big but looked like a courthouse or town meeting center. I did not see too many people walking around the building, but clearly, there was something going on inside. The carriage rode to a small post just beside the coach house. We came to an easy stop, and the driver and his helper jumped to the ground. The driver opened the door to the carriage and gestured for me to exit the vehicle. I stepped out onto the soft soil. The ground seemed to mush under my feet, yet there was no water on the ground. I ha
