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Ho, Kegly, My lad, if a man owes you coin and cajoles you into donning a cape and mask for an elaborate scheme, I’ll wager there’s a swift beating in it for you.  Word to the wise. Love, “Da” Advertisements

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Dear Andre, Young Peter Bradford has made a very frightening argument for Angelique being not just healer, as was her mother, but a witch, as well.  Similarly, nothing is as it seems with Barnabas Collins.  Please be advised that, if Angelique appears, she is to be trusted only to a limited extent. N.

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“The statements made by me regarding Miss Victoria were untrue.  I recant my entire legal argument and wholeheartedly suggest she be freed post haste.” Thank you, Reverend.  It may require a tad of embellishment, but doing homages of valued signatures is a specialty one gains only in the finest of boarding schools, and I will […]

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It’s quite something, hearing dreams.  For many nights, I thought I was going mad, but now I know that I am hearing the dreams of those I choose.  More importantly, I can now manipulate them. “Abigail” has visited Trask.  She advised him on where to find the witch.  I’m expecting him at any time.

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Mr. Ben Stokes has made his prodigal return.  Amid the quest for my cane, I have continued to increase the unfortunate circumstances surrounding Rev. Trask.  A phantom hand.  A signature ring.  A voice heard only to him.  He’s sincere in his fight against the devil, and it was a pleasure to laugh at his invocation […]

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In my haste to escape an unfortunate situation, I did the unspeakable: the cane was lost.  My signature cane and bearer of the family masthead.  The Eel (reliably inconveniently) interrupted a feeding. It was supposedly buried with me… a singular item.  I must have it.

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Today, I said farewell to Mr. Ben Stokes, I think.  His disinclination to assist me in entombing Rev. Trask in one of the cellar larders was the cause.  I thought I could force him.  I certainly did what I could to intimidate him. Trask is a more than deserving recipient of torture and death.  That’s […]

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Today, I once again exercised my will.  It has been as if I’d grown up believing that I had but one arm.  The use of the second is something that has reflexively been triggered and reflexively used. In this instance, it was the mental torture of the good Rev. Trask in exchange for arranging the […]

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Dearest R. In short, it is the opinion of we three that while Miss Victoria Winters is most probably not a witch, and her condition a calamity of circumstance, we are the servants of the people of Collinsport, not their masters.  In a freely elected position, this is wise to recall. And if she is […]

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I have few reasons to be proud.  However, today Good Ben Stokes went off to testify as to the true identity of the witch, and my chest swells at the thought of him representing the best of us against the worst.  A convict, a thief, an illiterate, a brute, and a man of the lowest […]

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