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“For so many lifetimes, he lived in a state of perpetual regret, returning obsessively and destructively to better times, to moments he wished he could change. Most of those lives he lived staring into the rearview mirror.”

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Blake Crouch
Blake Crouch

Blake Crouch is an American science fiction author born in 1978. His works are highly acclaimed for their unique science fiction concepts and profound philosophical insights. more

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