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I first met him–a man exuding a certain silence–on the station platform at dusk.
I was Joe Sasayama, a medical student. But in another era, I was Andrews Levin of Roadford.
In both lives, I kept running into this mysterious man in a Chesterfield coat, a terrible sadness in his striking amber-colored eyes.
I would soon discover this man knew so much, almost too much, about our world–including about myself.
Who was he? What did he want with me?
My heart nearly skipped a beat when he asked me a disturbing question:
“What do you think kills people?”
I hope you’ll join me on a serene, surreal tale of intertwining past and present.