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[anamusebouche]

Ellard Doyle was a sad little man. No doubt his youth had something to do with this. ( Read on behind the cut (Hannibal frames someone for the murder of Whitfordshire)... )

and that was it. Ellard Doyle became Whitfordshire’s murderer.

The next day he read about it in the newspaper, over a delicious cup of coffee, in his favourite café. He hoped Alcuin would read it soon too.