The little man knew Ben had been murdered; the trouble was, Ben was still alive! Could the future be wrong--or merely a dress rehearsal? The pounding at the door woke me up. I groped for the light. It flooded the room, erasing the glow of the afternoon sun through the drapes. The clock said three-thirty.…
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