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Only one bullet for the future to die at the hands of a gypsy.  I think I’ve diffused that situation.  However, Jameson — the very picture of his descendent — is now screaming, “David Collins is dead!”

The worst possible thing I could hear.

So far away.  So trapped.  I wish I could take Quentin into my confidence.  But there are too many rists.

BC

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