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The Journals of Barnabas Collins

In my haste to escape an unfortunate situation, I did the unspeakable: the cane was lost.  My signature cane and bearer of the family masthead.  The Eel (reliably inconveniently) interrupted a feeding. It was supposedly buried with me… a singular item.  I must have it.

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