I can run no longer.  Angelique has rebounded from Trask’s exorcism and wavers nary an inch from her desire to destroy me.  We spoke in the woods, and I was certain that her humanity would break through the fortress that power has built around her heart.  It is not to be.

I have scoffed at the Dream Curse, but Angelique has gone so far as to torment the sweet Miss Winters with its narrative by bringing Sam Evans back from the afterlife to assist.

My only hope now resides in the possible aid from the curious professor, Stokes.  How odd to have run from the occult for so long only to find my defense there, as well.  This time, though, I call upon brain, not beast.



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