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... y no less than twenty years, had black hair when mine was brown, had brown eyes when mine were blue, and had light brown skin when I had been pasty white.
The foreign memories in my mind suggested something ridiculous. If they were to be believed, then by some twisted sorcery, I had entered another man's body, in another country, and gone back in time more than a hundred years.
The man's name was Martín Lardizábal, the fifty-year-old governor of the obscure province of Marinduque ...
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