by on June 18, 2020
The spartan environment of the military helicopter felt like a haven. The Alaskan wind outside maliciously tossed and threw the ever increasing snowfall against the windows. In the austere polar night, and travelling through this eternal desert of the sky with the constant whir of the helicopter as the only sound, Elle felt as if she could lose herself without even noticing. “Nearly there,” Doctor Arandis glanced at her with his taciturn, hard bitten face. Since they’d met about a month ag...
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