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