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Dr. Zacharias Crinnlynn was without fault. Loved by everyone around him, he spent most of his time perfecting his already flawless reputation. True, his contributions to the village and its people were countless. Each one of his exploits was more noble than the last, and always spoke for the goodness and charity that the doctor had become renowned for. Almost everyone in the village practically owed their life to him, some way or another. When the Holmstead child was on the verge of death, it was the doctor who tended to him. It was a miracle they said. Dr. Crinnlynn spent a single night with the boy and by morning he was as good as new, better even. And when the church fell apart on itself during the storm of 1837, the doctor himself paid to have it restored. Regardless of whatever qualms or troubles the townspeople had, Dr. Zacharias Crinnlynn could always be trusted to lend a helping hand. One would be hard-pressed to find a better man on God’s green earth than him. He was well and truly loved by all.

Vincent Grimsley, on the other hand, was not.

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Here lies the body of Dr. Zacharias Crinnlynn.