Today, I believe we lost Collinwood, or at least we began to. As David began to laugh like a maniac, the music began. It was the music that Grandfather Edward forbade. Now, I know why. It was the music of sadness and cruelty and sorrow, all dipped in nectar. ECS Advertisements
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“David,” School days, school days! One last game for you, my friends, and a special learning game for your teacher. Title: Endgame. And there’s just one winner. Guess who? Professor Q. Collins
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Sabrina, One day, you’ll read this and you’ll know this is the first happy day we’ll have had in a long time. Chris can’t hide any more. All my love, Ned
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Gentlemen, I have once again entered the realm of the spirits! But after a crashing hangover, I set to work. Haw! In all seriousness, the ghosts that Madame Findley and I tried to alert the Collins Clan to have not abated. Odd, since they only cost that poor and deeply stirring woman her life. You’d […]
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