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“I don’t know very much of him other than we’re friends of course” said Cassius. I opened my mouth to say that it was my son I was concerned about. We talked for hours and I was convinced that he wasn’t from England since he didn’t have an English accent. He went out of the house, claiming that he needed to run errands in Bangor. “Mom, did you notice his ring and accent?” I asked. Mom shook her head. Willy must have been Cassius’s servant somehow. I never knew how. I went to the Ambrosport mausoleum and listened. “Cassius, my dad seems to suspect you. We just need to know how” said Willy. Cassius took a moment to think. “I hope he doesn’t know that I’m a vampire, under that dreadful curse” said Cassius. So there is no original Cassius. He is a vampire. But I felt bad for him. I went back to the great house. “Goldie, I’m letting the old house be your property. You can even let anyone you want stay there” said dad. That was the perfect place for Cassius to stay, to keep his coffin in. I waited until the next night. I went to the mausoleum. “Dad, I’d like to go there” said Willy. I quickly went inside. I went into the secret room, and opened the coffin. “Hi, Cassius”

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