A Path to Yesterday: Back Cover

My name is Paul Garrison. 
At least it is right now. 
I have been alive since the Pre-civil war era, and with skills that far surpass the capabilities of any ordinary human, I find the notion of fitting into society to be.... difficult. 
As I sit idle, passing time working at a local grocery store, and finding fulfillment through small acts of kindness, a fragment from a past thought to be left behind overturns my relatively quiet life.
Now I find myself traveling cross country with two unexpected companions.
With a private desire to connect to another human being, I unveil a past long unknown to any living individual, aside from myself.
Emotions long suppressed rise back to the surface as memories long forgotten are brought back to life. 
As I recap a multitude of lifetimes, the question of my existence is quickly revisited.
Traveling to face my past, it seems that this question may be closer to solved than I had thought possible....

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