1179/1180

My first adventure into the world of the unlicensed attorney-at-law was filled with adventure, fleeting triumph, nimble rhetoric, sincere schadenfreude, and an almost-defeat that transmuted into mystery the the appearance of the allegedly late Joanna Mills. If this is the norm, I might well find my home at the bar! BC Advertisements

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1178

I have died so many times that it was a shock to confront its actual consequences.  As I did, a strange calm filled me.  When I was liberated by Angelique, I knew why. Throughout the centuries, I have seen the dearest of friendships fall into the ashes of acrimony with the slightest breeze of disappointment. […]

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1177

Gentlemen, Here is the situation thus far: Barnabas Collins has been missing for a week near Collinwood, whose master is now Gerard Stiles, but whose rightful master, Quentin Collins, is the subject of a witch trial where his cousin, Desmond Collins, served as advocate until being jailed for practicing the occult, himself, in a forced […]

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1176

Barnabas, When you get back, know that as of this writing, I am making every effort to find you and to find Judah Zachary’s head.  I promise. Love, Julia

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1174/1175

No occult force is deadlier than the unthinking community that fears it. DJC

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1173

Dearest Quentin, Why do you still call me that?  For you write in a way I do not understand.  What have I done wrong for you  to accuse me so?  it is madness between us to start again. – Joanna

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1172

As I hung there in a miasma of regret, perspiration, and the limitations of mid-1800’s hygiene, I was distracted by the many things that were going unattended. 1.  I was supposed to give key testimony at Quentin’s trial. 2.  Judah Zachary is still at large. 3.  I trust almost no one. 4.  I neglected to […]

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1171

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 […]

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1170

Tonight, I will come back.  This time, I will succeed. – Joanna

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1169

I am free. Free of the beast to a degree I never knew, and it has called into new perspective my entire adventure in 1897.  I had thought that the Angelique of that time was the superior of the Angelique of 1840.  After all, she cured me.  But how much did it take?  How many […]

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