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The Journals of Barnabas Collins

Today, I said farewell to Mr. Ben Stokes, I think.  His disinclination to assist me in entombing Rev. Trask in one of the cellar larders was the cause.  I thought I could force him.  I certainly did what I could to intimidate him.

Trask is a more than deserving recipient of torture and death.  That’s a theatrical into which I’d hoped Ben would have cast himself… as the lead.

My plans continue apace.

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