Looking up at the shotgun on the wall, I reflected that a lot had changed in the nearly three years I'd been on the Island. I thought I'd had a remarkable life before; I mean, who gets to go to Greece by herself, and later finds herself falling back in time? But if I had told my seventeen-year-old self that, today, I'd be living happily with a fine
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When Zell asked me if I was ready, I looked at him. I wanted to make Zell proud of me, so I drew myself up and gave him a smile as I nodded. "Yes." As I'll ever be, anyway.
I stood ready for the weapon.
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