1306

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

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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1198

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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1197

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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1196

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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1186

The guilty verdict has come.  One that was fierce and confident.  They were just as confident in refusing my appeal, claiming that there was no precedent for it because there had never been a trial such as this. In other words, they know not the faintest whit about what they are doing.  And these are the forces […]

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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

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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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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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