The Player of Time a

The scorching sun baked the yellow sand, and a nauseating stench hung heavy in the sweltering air.,It was as if he had found a crucial piece of the puzzle. A flood of fragmented memories began to reorganize themselves automatically in his mind.,The sunglasses-wearing man's mouth twitched, but there was no trace of mockery in his expression. After all, the way he had acted when he first got pulled into the illusion wasn't much better than this man in a suit.。