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By the sea, where she plans to eventually escape, Angelique has acquired a shelter to which I’ve been taken.  Her goal is my eventual conversion and total enslavement, then a kidnapping to a new location.  Domestic bliss!

I will die in the nausea of the sun before I allow that to happen.

I am a man who lives alone.  Breathes alone.  Sleeps alone.  And I will die alone.  Where are those so-called friends, now?  Saving themselves, no doubt, for few are abhorrent as I.  Those foolish enough to seek me out are those who need protection from me the most.

There is one chance: Miss Winters.  Angelique would never expect me to endanger her.  And so she may be the only shelter I have.  If only I could find her.  And I shall.

BC

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