It would seem as if Trask finally achieved his holy work; Angelique may very well be destroyed.  She would revel in the knowledge that the pain in which she specialized lives on.

When I awoke, I thought this all a dream constructed by her, populated by my relatives, all involved in a bizarre masquerade.  I was shaken from this delusion just as the rest of my family is seized by it.  Seeing my mother commit suicide once more was a pain only mitigated by the satisfaction of witnessing modern science thwart the attempt.



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