1163

In the ill-advised quest for information, Miss Letitia Faye is holding a séance to contact Roxanne.  I am at once ready to vaporise and eager to be there for any and all gruesome moments.  Shall I simply hand everyone a stake and hammer as they go in? BC Advertisements

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1162

Dear Tad, If you are worrying about me, please do not, good master.  Uncle Desmond and I shall have satisfaction over this medieval charge, despite Mr. Trask’s rather deft use of the most obscure of laws.  To think that he remains obsessed with the death of a father he never really knew.  Astonishing!  I am […]

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1161

dCa – C O L L I N W O O D – The City of Collinsport, State of Maine  NOTICE TO ALL COLLINWOOD DOMESTICS As you have no doubt heard, I, Mr. Stiles, have been bequeathed the house of Collinwood and the associated family enterprises by the late Mr. Daniel Collins.  While this may […]

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1160

ROUGH DRAFT OF EULOGY.  PLEASE DO NOT READ. My name is Gabriel Collins.  The death of my father will resonate with me always.  Being with him at the end, holding him as I did, feeling his heartbeat gain rapidity and then retard, was a terrible honor.  Before he died, he spoke passionate words regarding his […]

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1159

By way of delivering a letter from Quentin (thus circumventing Gabriel, my scan of whom revealed legs quite mobile), I was able to make contact with Daniel, my beloved and elderly “young” cousin.  This man needed to hear of love, not greed.  I merely endorsed Quentin’s authentic love of him, and beseeched his need for […]

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1158

BOOK OF DAYS 23, 020 As much as I am loathe to say so, Laszlo performed his task with great adequacy.  Gerard Stiles’ fob was deftly stolen, and I expect that tonight’s ceremony will reveal that he is the vessel for Judah Zachary. I will then destroy him, I think.

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1157

Dear Mabel, When the juice had gone out of the stew, I knew that unnatural forces were loose in the house.  Right after, my idiot husband brought home a witch!  It was the one who killed my father’s cattle.  My fool husband brought him into the cell in our home. Never once did Jim offer […]

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1156

GRAVE MATTERS a Daily Affirmation by MR. LAMAR TRASK November 30, 1840 I am a fair and discreet man. At a juncture like this, with rumors of Satan abounding, your natural urge might be to retreat into “reason” and avoid panic.  I implore you to eschew this unholy impulse.  If there were ever a time […]

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My evening of revenge for the dead cows is just the beginning.  Witchcraft is one thing, but when it comes at the cost of my cows, Quentin Collins, then I’m riled. My cows!  Quentin, why would you?  What did they ever do to you????? Love, Mordecai   ed note: Written in the hand of Gabriel […]

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1153

PERSONAL LOG of Mr. Q. COLLINS The voodoo doll will stay in my room, along with Desmond’s ascot.  The voodoo doll will stay!

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