language, but the words had no meaning to me. I was being dragged through the snow, but I only felt myself leaving my body.

Consciousness came and went, delirious dreams of past lives sloshing through the cobwebs of my mind, and every time reality retuned the sky appeared different. The clouds began to part. The wind eased. My captors hands kept a firm grip on my numb extremities. The harsh voices continued grunting in there primitive language. They eventually stopped and I saw faces. They looked over me, their hands rummaging over my body and clothes. Some of the words I recognized. I had been with people like this long ago. Neanderthals.

“Where?” I tried to ask, but there language was hard to replicate with this body.

“Hungry,” one of them said.

“Hungry,&rd...

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