I wake up, but they are in Paris and I'm not myself.
My memory seems to be cleared as far as I remember I had my Semra capacity
but everything about the past, since I was born in 1856 in today's all removed.
I have a new life, a different body, a different job. Now I'm a killer.
The only thing that connects me to that past that I have forgotten my skills.
One morning I wake up and my powers disappeared.
propriostasera And I have a job to do.
"I'm dead" I think
I take the car and run away with my comrade in arms Faust.
While I'm away from London, I am a call of a certain Arold Jones says he knows why I lost the powers.
I have to go to Paris.
Once there I meet other people with my same problem. A boxer, a ingengnere, a drifter, a photojournalist and also my friend faust sniper is among them.
trick that we meet Harold, a guy who seems to Indiana Jones with an elderly man who claims to be a librarian.
All have the same problem, with different powers, but now only men nosrmali. We find the frescoes
in this house that Jones show us, about us. We feel a certain
Barker and a man with a bowler hat.
Names at the time I did not say anything, but then I will understand many things.
Back in Liverpool to try to recover the clock that gave powers to the Jimbo drifter.
Maybe that's the link that gives us all our abilities and
got there we find the thief. A guy who seems normal, but at night becomes Franklin.
Franklin? I had never heard, but once you accept his assignment to do that back home he restores to us all.
Powers, memories and responsibilities.
Now a little 'things are clearer. But we have to take this home and Franklin do not know how to get back into the past.
We decided to go to Hollywood to speak with a black tide that seems to govern the weather.
Come and meet in the house of boxer Antonhy a guy who calls himself Harry
He tells us that maybe the wrong road. Perhaps we should stop doing what we say.
may be right, but we have a sword of Damocles that hangs over his head and it could hit us between three days. Come on in Nevada
nell'angar where we found the oil spill. We take a little 'with us and then we find the body in the abandoned house. Antonhy gives his blood and it rises.
The only thing that tells us that shall to shoot a music box.
try to stop it, even with the lead, but nothing can stop him. We decide to try
Barker. That
Barker who has ever handled, what
blames an imaginary Arold Jones,
what is now the head of a pharmaceutical multination. That
Barker who created this thing.
We're going to New York and we can have a conversation with him.
But as usual we do not get anything, and his plea for help to seek care, we get up and take the door. On leaving
Antonhy loses control and hits a gorilla Barker knocked in one punch.
The police arrive and take him away.
And there waiting for us there is still quell'Harry.
Identical in every way, but in the same way seems to be another person. There
insinuates an idea, a doubt. The
Arold we carry around is not the real Arold but a construct, like the one in Nevada.
The puzzle seems to take shape. Since the real
Arold died killed by Vermon and this appeared Arold.
Since then he has always had supernatural abilities and we, gradually, we have developed our own.
He is not alive, but is not dead, as they told us in Russia.
He can not die.
He may be twice in the same time.
E ' the only one who has met himself.
So he could be that binds us to this true Arold Jones uses us as puppets. Why all
happen to us? Fate does not exist.
Someone has it in for us.
scratch away at dawn and William proposed to bury Arold and abandoned.
But we think that the real Arold, or at least his soul is still alive, imprisoned somewhere.
Jimbo and I leave for Paris. Let the real
Arold in places where it could be.
We go to the tomb of the villa and open.
Inside is blank. Yes
empty, only one thing draws us. One
sbarluccichio inside.
A glass eye.
left behind or lost in the tomb but then something had been moved.
looked into the well of the house, but nothing.
Back in Liverpool and we see that with William Faust have done what they said.
A lot of land under which lies Arold Jones, what has always been always with us, what is not human.
And in the distance the sun begins to rise and indicates the end of the three regions given to us.
A flash comes over me.
But if the soul of Arold was trapped in something.
Something like the house?
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