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Part Sixteen of You Will Find Your Way
All things considered–see: the incident with Dallas–Tate College really shouldn’t be in possession of so many powerful books.
Somewhere Else, A Very Long Time Ago
Dallas returns to consciousness with a gasp.
Opening her eyes so quick is a mistake, so she slams them shut to hide from the spinning walls of drab gray and olive green. She groans and tries to move, but her arms are leaden, so heavy that she gives up and drops her head back on the pillow.
“Take it slow,” a woman says from somewhere probably nearby. “Would you like help sitting up?”
Dallas’ voice isn’t really working, but somehow she manages a nod, and then a pair of careful hands take her by the shoulders. She helps her sit up, and a second later a cup of cool water is pressed to her lips. She drinks down as much as she can stand, and croaks, “Am I dead?”
“I certainly hope not,” the woman says, and Dallas doesn’t know why she’d think that’s funny. “This world would make for a truly mediocre afterlife.”
When Dallas can finally bring herself to open her eyes, she blinks a few times to shake the blurry away before she looks down, takes stock of her body.
She feels the blood drain from her face.
“Holy shit what did you do,” she gasp, and the world goes black.
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