The Man Who Knew Too Many Worlds
The letter arrived on a Thursday without a return address, without a stamp, without any indication of how it had gotten through the mailroom, past the receptionist, down the hall to my office where I was sitting with a cup of coffee that had gone cold and a case file that I was not reading. The letter was on plain white paper, folded once. Inside, in handwriting I did not recognize but somehow...
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