Chapter 1: The Stranger in the Mirror
The rain poured down on the city like a dirty blanket, shrouding everything in a damp, grey mist. I sat in my office, a crummy little room above the deli on 5th street, nursing a glass of cheap whiskey. The door creaked open and a man walked in, his face familiar yet strange. He looked like me, but not quite. 'You're me, aren't you?' I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The man nodded, his eyes locked on mine. 'I'm you, from the future. And I need your help.'
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