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They burned my brother on a stake. For this reason, my grief and questions drive me to studyhis "mental condition," starting in the Northern Network. I mustscour Antebellum from top to bottom in my search to understand his life anddecisions. My burning questions cannot be ignored - my restless heartand soul crave answers. He died from this strange ailment. Or, rather, becauseof it. His confinement was wrong. He was not crazy. Something was different,yes. But not harmful. Not dangerous. Something gave him sight into the future, and his murdererscalled it madness. I will figure it out in his name. I am naive to the ways of the world. I have never sleptunder the stars or hunted for my own food or traveled on my own, despite beingtwenty-four years old and only a scholar. Still, I go. I must. Redemption isn't free.
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