Chapter 7
I open my eyes.
There is no biting wind. No white mist creeping off frosted steel.
Sunlight hits my face dead on, burning hot. I gasp for air. The scent of freshly baked baguettes and bitter espresso drifts over from across the street. Dry, crisp air fills my lungs. I don't taste the metallic tang...
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2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
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