A story never played

A story never played, Stories

Prelude

The man sat in silence, one summer afternoon.

Chapter after chapter, his journey appeared in front of him, becoming an spectator of his past.

The past cannot be lived again. Closed. For ever.

But it can be played again, as a game, options open. The ones that he did not followed. The ones that he followed.

But the past is never just history. It cannot be.

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