The eternal darkness of the tomb has ended!  I am released.

The year?  1840.  My salvation?  A woman I do not trust.  However, Good Mr. Ben Stokes was on hand to assure me of her virtues.  The story they told was so incredible that Good Ben is either quite mad or lying.  The worst possibility?  He is telling the truth.

I was allegedly (and I select the word “was” with sharp reluctance) released in 1967, befriended this odd woman, she ventured back to 1840 and released me.

I would label such a tale as a preposterous fabrication were I not the stuff of preposterous fabrications myself, and I am most assuredly real.

All I want is to return to Collins Hall.  There, I might find solace.



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