The old phone rang for the first time in 50 years, and the caller asked for someone who had never been born
"Can I speak to Julius Faisen?" she asked in a grave and soft tone.
“Julius Faisen?” I thought out loud. My mind was confused. Not only had I never heard that name before, but my last name is Faisen.
The person continued to describe Julius: blonde with green eyes and a mark on his lip.
“He's your brother; I need you to find him,” she insisted.
This person was assuring me that this man was my brother. But that's impossible; I don't have any brothers. I thought it was a bad joke, so I hung up the phone.
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