Welcome home Quentin Collins!  Here I am, back in my right mind for less than minutes, and what do I have?  Nothing except the knowledge that the woman I’ve loved for nearly a century is dead… because I couldn’t hold her when she needed me the most.  Another chapter begins in the long, unhappy life of yours truly.  Son, you’ve traveled the world only to find yourself back in the place you began and can never escape: the accursed entity called ‘home,’ where everyone hates you.  I would, too, if I met you when you as a ghost, terrifying me out of my own home.

All the brandy should drown out the taste of the poisoned mint they’ll leave on my pillow.



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