The evening began poorly, when Flora informed me that everyone had thought I was a vampire.  Thereafter, I arrived at Collins Hall and was forced into the Reverend Trask’s ancient manacles at gunpoint.  (Upon reflection, I should have remained for the viola recital at Rose Cottage.)  I was concerned, but it was not the first time I’d worn them.  Nor would it be the last.  Upon consideration, I have been forced into them under duress more often than has a Trask.

I shall always remember this lesson: never anger a Trask.  Also, if possible, wait until a Trask is no longer near firearms before relinquishing immortality.



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