Alanza’s POV"You aren't breathing," a voice says.The sound cuts through the silence like a physical weight. One second, I was in Sister Loreen's house. The next, I am caught in a vacuum of pure white. There is no wind, no scent, and no oxygen. My lungs are still, yet I don't feel the panic of suffocation. It is as if my body has decided that air is a luxury I no longer require.Then, the floor drops out.I fall through the emptiness, my soul lurching toward a destination I can't see. Just as the vertigo becomes unbearable, I slam into a solid surface. The world rushes back in a blur of color and sharp edges.I gasp, pulling in a lungful of air that tastes like crushed ice and minerals. This isn't my room at the lodge. I scramble to my feet, spinning in a slow circle. Jagged stone cliffs tower over me, their peaks sharp enough to pierce the sky. That sky is a shade of blue so deep it looks painted, without a single cloud to break the view.
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