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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...
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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....
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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...
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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...
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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....
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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