The Hourglass Mind

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I.The coffee was bitter and the room was warm and Alistair Blackwood was not sure which version of himself had sat down at the desk this morning. The one who remembered dying at twenty-eight in a Vienna clinic, or the one who had woken up at twenty-four in the spring of 1899 with a headache and a conviction that time was not what it seemed.He looked at his hands. They were steady. They had...

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