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My Dear Reverend Trask, If you want to know who is responsible for all the recent attacks and for the death of Abigail Collins, go to the cellar of the Old House, but only after dusk.  Do not let Ben Stokes stop you from seeing the master of the house, for he will be there, […]

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Dear Countess, I am going far away with Barnabas.  Do not follow me, for the path will cause you pain.  Simply know that I love you. Sincerely, Josette Collins

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THIRD SCROLL OF LEVIATHAN In the night beyond night, the Blind Traveler will come.   He shall be blessed with sight by Mother Earth and Brother Fire. He will shed the skin of ignorance. And on the cusp of the Unknown Time, he will take them to Ancient Father’s new realm. The Son shall make […]

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The year is 1796.  How? It is the evening of Widow’s Hill. I am armed with the two weapons unsuspected by Angelique: the power of knowledge and years of adventure.  I am hardly the callow youth of that night. BC

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Good Mr. Ben Stokes.  In one morning, he rids the world of Nathan the Eel and Countess Natalie as they attempt to take my life and then re-chains me in my coffin and sends me forward two-hundred years. You’ve earned your liberty, my hearty friend. BC

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Just as those in my thrall are released when my powers are relinquished, so then are those under the spell of Angelique.  Indeed, when Victoria was hanged, she was quite under Angelique’s protection.  And when Good Ben lured her into a trap and we set her ablaze, Victoria was revived. Yes, set her ablaze.  My […]

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Angelique is a woman of great power.  She has intelligence, beauty, wit, insight, and the favor of a thousand lost gods.  With this bounty, her capacity to do good is mightier than other I’ve known.  Tonight, she was to use those powers to save Mrs. Clark.  In exchange, I would have remained here, in her […]

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I have uncorked a brimming cask of sweet justice, and I’ve sent The Eel to drown in it. My challenges continue, and now it is Good Mr. Ben Stokes who doubts my ability to accomplish anything of merit to which I fix my will.  Doctor Hoffman, Young Loomis, Good Mr. Ben Stokes.  They all know […]

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I do not require the redolent scent of goat feces and rum that rolled off of Good Mr. Ben Stokes to know that I have quite happily returned to my own time! But it is a welcome scent of return, nonetheless, and if I did not fear forever soiling my clothing, I would embrace Good […]

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Dear Dr. J. Hoffman, I write to you from the year 1796. The next time you have an opinion on my ability to traverse the centuries to do what is ostensibly your job — saving lives — I suggest that you retrieve this note and savor it. Sincerely, Barnabas Collins,  Architect

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