Afterward and Afterword

This ends the first volume of the Collins Chronicles.  We say “first” because the staff is confident that more will be found.  If Mr. Collins was anything, it was a thorough diarist and collector.  Or author of fiction.  That decision is up to you. This project would not have been possible without the collaboration of […]

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OFFICE OF THE DIRECTOR W I N D C L I F F   S A N I T A R I U M Julia Hoffman, M.D.   June 29, 1971   Dear Staff, My name is Doctor Julia Hoffman.  Over the past four years, I have been on an in-depth professional development sabbatical, the details […]

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June 27, 1971 The sun rises at the Great House of Collinwood. And where I have been leaden with sorrow, today I feel only hope and purpose. I know nothing of the cost… nor the perils… nor the punishment I shall endure in the quest before me. I know only one thing: I know that […]

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1305.5

Dear Barnabas, Roxanne (my Roxanne, not your Roxanne) gave me permission.  Ol’ Willie’s ready when you are. Hey, thanks for letting me help out. I also need money to go to the grocery.  We need: ritz crackers gum peanut butter chili q-tips rope Your pal, Willie ps — I can buy the crackers.

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April 3, 1971 Time — once my enemy — is now my dearest friend.  For that, I may thank Eliot Stokes.  Hellfire for you, good sir. BC

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Gentlemen, The Professor is back from an extraordinary journey.  Having done my finest work from an armchair over the past decade, getting back into the field was most invigorating! In 1840, I discovered that the first Mr. Quentin Collins had crafted a working time portal in the form of a staircase.  As you can imagine […]

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Dear Barnabas, Julia told me what happened.  It’s not fair. Before we met, I thought there were just three kinds of people in the world: marks, rivals, and playthings.  You were a rival until I grew up.  And then I had something that I never dreamed possible: a friend. You have one, too. Regards, Quentin […]

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I know that I will never see her again. The House of Trask finally stands in triumph.  Since 1795, they have sought to eradicate the legacy of witchcraft in Collinsport.  In 1796, they added a blood vendetta against me to their crusade.  Mr. Lamar Trask succeeded in both. Today, he murdered Angelique Bouchard.  In doing […]

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Angelique.  I will never again say that name without feeling a bliss I have never known. Stripped of her abilities, Angelique was left only with her humanity.  That proved to be her greatest power ever, and the only one that mattered.  She stopped the execution by proclaiming everything she had never said before.  Desmond then […]

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I have failed at everything.  Thus, I must succeed at everything.  “I will do it all,” I promised Quentin as he stood in his jail cell with a wistful defiance as the headman readied his blade. That is what a Collins does.  For anyone. If Quentin and Desmond die, and Tad dies in the Civil War, […]

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