Chapter One Of Paris France

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Chapter One
Paris France, 1888 Darkness. As Robin Cahun awoke from his slumber, that’s all he felt…darkness. As he opened his eyes, he saw the morning light flowing through the drawn curtains and wondered just how long he had been out of it? Where was he? How did he get here? As he pulled the covers off of his naked body, he couldn’t remember anything about the night before. What was even more frightening was that he could remember anything from the last week. The last thing Robin could recall was walking past the construction site of the controversial Eiffel Tower on his way to his apartment, and that was a week ago. Had he drunk that much that he couldn’t remember anything? He never drank that much. Yet, as he swung his legs out of the soft bed, his head felt like it was either going to explode because it was pounding so hard or fall completely off because of the dizziness he felt. Looking around the room, nothing looked familiar? Where was he? Then another question popped into his mind…Who brought him here? As he sat on the edge of the bed, trying to pull together some recollection from last night, rubbing his head in an attempted to quiet the drums that were beating inside, his hands ran across his neck. What was that? He brought his hand up to his eyes, struggling to see his hand through the blurred, dizzy vision. Was that blood? How did blood get there? Could things get any crazier? He stumbled into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of his naked self in the full…

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