Tom paused and studied the boy in front of him, feeling very confused. Abraxas was just a little older than he was. He ran a hand through his hair for a moment, mussing it a bit.
"Abraxas is only twenty-five and in no way a grandfather." Tom looked at the cabinet, then stepped around the counter of the store. "Who are you?" He asked, then touched the cabinet. Could it be some sort of time turner?
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