William Johanson III. Yes, that's it. That's my name. Today would be
my 200th birthday had I still been alive. However, it wasn't like death was
a new thing to me, having been dead for the past one hundred sixty seven
years. It was an odd thing that caused my death. It made an interesting
story that might have someday even become a book. But that was impossible
since almost no one knew even parts of the story, much less the whole
thing. But I will still tell you what happened, even if no one else will
ever know. It was the year 2005, when I was thirty three years old. It was
that year that I discovered the most wonderful and yet also the most
horrible thing.
The secret of time.
The secret of time.