Chapter 90 THE REWIND BUTTON

I stared at the book in my lap. It was my story. Chapter 1. I looked up at the man sitting next to me on the bus. He had that same thin, tired face as the Author, but he looked younger. He was smiling at me like I was a long-lost friend.

"Read it," he said. His voice was soft. "Go on, Logan. It’s a...

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