Stella was awakened by a dog’s barking.

She opened her eyes and found herself in a room with mud walls covered in newspaper. The tungsten lightbulb on the ceiling looked old, and the glass wall had black mold all over it. The room was filled with various antique items, and she realized she was covered under a large floral-patterned blanket that was very warm and soft, exuding a faint scent of the sun. Suddenly, Stella felt like she was in a movie where she had time-traveled to the 80s.

‘Does that mean that Keegan had also time-traveled?’ she wondered.

However, the smartphone on the table shattered her fantasy. She lay in bed for a while but soon decided to get up-

The fever had left her feeling weak and sweaty. After spending a few days in the mountains and sweating all night, her body had an unpleasant smell.

She wanted to freshen up but realized there was nothing in the room. So, she adjusted her clothes and went outside.

She only noticed that she was sleeping in the master bedroom of an ancient adobe house. There was another room with a separate entrance at the side. A black dog was inside, and it would not stop barking at the passersby.

It was winter, and the tree had shed all its leaves, leaving only hawthorn berries hanging from

when she would pick hawthorn berries under a tree like

her thoughts, she heard someone talking

the west side of

with a smile, Mr. Jewell said that my clothes were too thin, so he gave me this.

to that,

castrating the piglets in the backyard. I’ll

than the front yard. There was a vegetable farm, a chicken coop, and even

were only pigs left on the farm. Arthur was getting older; although he was still very healthy, he could not manage to take care of

about to sell the mother pig but decided to keep it because it was

castrate all the piglets himself when he was younger. However, his hands

close, let alone castrating one. He held the tools in

in a basketball game, frantically directing his inexperienced player who could

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