Chapter 57
Blaise Taylor Air flooded my lungs as I quickly sat up, coughing and wheezing. Was I not dead? I stared at my chest; I was no longer bleeding. I didn't feel anything. I squinted slightly as I got to my feet, the overwhelming brightness becoming too much for me to handle. I blinked over and over as water flooded my eyes, until a familiar wooden cabin came into focus. It's rustic charm that held the memories of happiness brought a smile to my face. It was the cabin from Russian. The one that Aidan and I had stayed in during our biggest mission together. But the only thing was, I knew that I wasn't in Russia. The snow was cleared and the winter wonderland that the cabin once was, was replaced by masses of meadows. Was I doomed to forever spend my time in this cabin, to forever be
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