At last, civilization!  At Collinwood, I find that those strange , powerful bloodlines that so vexed me upon my first release remain pervasive.  Now, Elizabeth, so much like mother, is Quentin’s sister, Judith.  Quentin must be of different stock. He resembles no one from my time… only an uncle of the same name from the 1840’s.

I begin my investigation tonight.  I have checked passenger timetables and the other various details they might request, and — since time can be relative — feel that I have an ample supply of it to pierce the mystery of Quentin Collins.



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