Enter a rather scruffy-looking older man. He's thin, with hair greying at the temples -- oh, and he's got a wooden leg. Anyway, he stops and blinks, then scratches his head.
--Well, this looks nothin' like Lallybroch. Would anyone mind tellin' me where I've ended up -- or how I got here?
M' name's Ian Murray. My typist lass (wild clever thing, as ye can tell from my "username", I ken 'tis called *ironic little smile*) says I also be from a book called Outlander, and others
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