1070

We have escaped the dark future of 1995 by the slimmest of margins.  Now, our only task is to prevent it.  No small task. I have felt responsibility before, but never like this.  Julia’s bizarre actions resulted from Gerard’s bizarre control, but with the help of the young, blonde phantom, she escaped his grasp.  Elliot […]

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1069

ed. note: This is a list in the hand of Carolyn Stoddard Hawkes. The night of the sun and the moon. The night Rose Cottage was destroyed. The unfinished horoscope. The night I sang my song. Picnic Murder The one last ed. note: the letter ends

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1068

To come so close to the truth and have it snatched away!  Quentin received a note from Carolyn telling him that she would finally explain everything.  Clearly, the note had gone to the recipient least likely to avail himself of it, but I was more than happy to. When we arrived at Collinwood to meet […]

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1067

The destruction of Collinwood is beginning to overcome my deductive faculties.  This goes beyond seeing my work and home in ruins (but Collins Hall is in acceptable repair).  It is a private guilt.  I have not always been kind to my cousins.  Sometimes, I have been quite cruel.  However, we were family, and as such, […]

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1066

Quentin, with outbursts, is making a slow trek back to cogency.  We have seen a phantoms, one of whom resembles David.  Quentin, however, insists on calling him ‘Tad.’  There is now a young girl, about sixteen or so, with him.  Both appear untouched by the events, but ignore us with an impassivity impressive even for […]

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1065

We struggle to piece together what happened so that we may prevent it.  From what I have determined, the disturbance was in 1970.  Quentin has arrived, as mad as Carolyn, and is of almost no help.  What’s most curious is the discovery of a playroom, seemingly untouched by time. As one of the designers of […]

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1064

In my memory of our attempt to comprehend our circumstances, two disturbing events will dominate the day: the death of Mrs. Johnson (bad luck, that, but preventable if we can return) and the appearance of a rather sinister figure dressed in Victorian clothing.  Seen by Julia, my immediate though was of Quentin.  However, why would […]

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1063

The gendarme is doing all it can to dissuade us from visisting or staying anywhere near the estate, but the house has other, more sinister plans.  Strange, blue lights beckon us inward, where doors moved of their own accord and statues smashed mere inches from Julia’s head. Is the enemy Collinwood, itself?  Has it become […]

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1062

1995. Has Angelique won?  No, it’s preposterous.  I am having difficulty separating the Angelique from Parallel Time from my own.  In my own, the betrayal of Sky Rumson rendered her nearly benevolent.  How often I must remind myself of that as I gaze upon these cold bones of a house?  There was a time when […]

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1061

Why is fate so determined to offer me a chance at happiness only to destroy it right before my eyes?  Even Collinwood itself is a memory. The room has thrust us into 1995 of its own accord.  From the names I have heard, it is 1995 of our own time.  But an hideously apocalyptic one. […]

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