The Fugitive
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"Edgar Blackstone is awake," said a policeman to the man in charge of the station.
"I will see him, now," said the Sergeant to the guard.
"Want me to bring him?" asked the guard.
"No, I'll go see him," said the sergeant, "he might trust another Magician with who he is more than a normal policeman."
"Ok, Sarg," said the guard.
That's him, Sarg," said the guard to the sergeant in the guarded cells.
"Turn off that light?" moaned the drunk magician.
"Oh my god? It's you!" said the sergeant, shining a torch in the face of the last man he expected to see.
"You know him, who is he?" asked the guard.
"Dr. Blake Alexander, my grandnephew," said Sergeant Reynard Alexander.
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Rachel is a lover of gothic poetry and the stories of Emily Dickinson, Poe, and other poets and writers. She writes in a gothic sometimes romantic, and somewhat eclectic style
