Introduction
Oh, how I wish I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. Lie beneath the evergreen trees, taking in the blue cloudless skies; birds singing on high. I can't remember what warmth feels like, or imagine what flowers look like. Down here, it's always cold; the sort of cold that seeps into your skin. After a while you become part of it, even the light vanishes from your eyes in time.
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Turning Back Time
Science FictionWhen you're fighting a losing battle against mother earth herself and time is not on your side; the past just might be your only saving grace.
