Lost Worlds Bridge In Time

Lost Worlds Bridge In Time

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Hot and clammy at the same time Carlin rolled out of bed and rushed to the bath room. He barely made it there when the nausea hit him full force; gripping the toilet he relished the coolness of the porcelain. Ten minutes later after emptying the contents in his stomach he went to the sink and turned on the faucet. Putting his hands under the running water he proceeded to wet a soft washcloth and applied the cooling rag to his burning face. After feeling somewhat back to normal he went back into his lonely guest bedroom. He climbed into the full sized bed and thought about the weird dream he had about the beautiful young woman Ria and how he felt somehow connected to her as if she belonged to him.. and what did the other young woman's warning meant, who was this man they were talking about? What about this legendary city of Atlantis, which was supposed to be a myth and a broken Elemental Talisman? After that thought he fell into a blissful state of unconsciousness..
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