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18th March 1965

She altered the luminance of her headlight, clearing it enough to read it again, as she couldn’t believe her eyes about what she had read right now, which can be an artifact designed by her own mind.

She blinked her eyes twice and looked closely at it again, as in to make it readable.

“1879?”, she whispered to herself with a wave of

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