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Standing outside of the fortune teller's booth is a strange minkie you've never seen before. She looks over her shoulder as you approach. One ear twitches. "It's about time. I thought you would never get here. Look, I have a lot to explain. Try to pay attention, okay? This place isn't real, but it's still home to a lot of us. Lost souls, you might call us."​

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"I'm Gertrude. I'm the only one here who still has their head on straight. Everyone else...this strange smoke passed through the carnival a few days ago. It turned everything blue and cold. And now all of my friends are gone. You have to help me. What? Why? Because I'm the only one who can help YOU get back home."​

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She snorts.

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"Yeah, I thought that would change your tune. We don't have a lot of time. Come look in my crystal ball. It will help you figure out what to do next."

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