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“Historical Trail,” the sign said, so Cory took the dirt path into the forest.
Soon, he saw a man in a tri-corner hat wearing knee breeches and buckled shoes. After he’d walked a while he met a woman wearing a bulky floor-length gingham dress and sun bonnet. Next came a man in a faded khaki uniform and aviator glasses.
Must be a living history place, Cory thought, like Williamsburg. Farther on, Cory saw a knight wearing chain mail.
Presently came a family all dressed in mauve tunics and loose trousers.
The little girl pointed at Cory. “When’s he from, daddy?”