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Chapter 91 - The End (Ryan POV)
Ryan
My memory is foggy. The last thing I remember is that uncomfortable hospital bed with my five grandkids crying and holding my hands. Maeve was smiling sadly from a chair in the far back, and Wyatt leaned in to whisper: "I love you, dad."
Did I die?
I glance down at my hands, oddly aware that I'm not dreaming. My wrinkles are there, but my back pain is gone. How peculiar. What is this place? I've never been here before, yet I feel at ease.
And the air is so fresh, like apples, a rainy day, and the ocean breeze combined. Breathing it in is like experiencing a rebirth, and I look ahead, wondering what I might find if I keep walking.
Carefully, I walk forward, lifting my head to be blown away by the waterfalls crashing down and landing nowhere.
"This place sure is beautiful... Like a dream..."
The sky is darker than black, but the flowers on the floor, growing on the walls of the mountain in clutches—they are glowing in these
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