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There had once been a time when Agent Stone had carried a different name.
Nowadays, he barely remembered what it felt like to be called by his first name.
Sometimes, he wondered. Would he still turn around instinctively upon hearing his name? Would he still recognize himself as the one people referred to? Did they really refer to him? Or was he too far removed from all that had once defined him?
He wouldn’t find out. After all, the last person to know his real name was gone, his remnants scattered across the sky in a burning blaze of stardust.