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Somehow, Adam wrenched the rifle from my hand, the brute.  I’ll not call it familial gratitude.  Doctor Hoffman gave a wounded cry from the woods, and I fear the worst.  I am tracking the brute to Collinwood.  And I shall find Adam!

BC

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