A man travels through the space-time continum to save a literary genius's name
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Cale, the philosopher, strolled down Hazel Lane as the birds awakened from their dreamless sleep. Cale's top hat and maroon pea coat rustled softly in the September breeze, and the cold tickled his hands even though they were snuggled in his fur-lined pockets.
Along the way, he passed gardens, general stores, merchantmen, and mansions in the old Victorian town filled with phantoms of a bygone era. He stopped at the gates of a cemetery to gaze at the elaborate statues adorning the graves of the well-to-do deceased. He ventured into the cemetery, out of curiosity, and wondered at the inscriptions, especially the dates. To think that an entire lifetime is summed up in those few words on a piece of stone, he thought.
He noticed a particularly striking stone, covered in ivy, with an elaborate cross. It was similar to the kind Puritans once used and had the inscription, "Ferdinand Kinder, 1848-1914".
Who was this man? What had he accomplished? Cale wished he could see into Kinder's eyes and hear his voice. Little did Cale know how important his discoveries about Kinder would soon become.