Intercepted by the Past

By September, the leaves lining the road had already turned golden, heralding the arrival of autumn.

'Time really flies,' Rosalind thought wistfully as she sat in the carriage, gazing out at the passing scenery.

At that moment, the street vendors' cries rose and fell outside the window. "Roasted chestnuts! Sweet and fragrant roasted chestnuts, get them while they're hot!"

Amid the bustling street