Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

Out of the past, phantoms of a world gone by speak again, their immortal tale, the man without a country.

Philip Nolan, officer in the pay of the United States Army.

I have so many memories of Philip Nolan.

I think I was the only friend he ever had.

I think I was the only man who really knew him during his whole incredible lifetime.

I knew what he suffered when his boy's dream turned into a living nightmare.

And it all started so innocently.

Philip Nolan was 20 years old or so,

and he'd conceived a bad case of hero worship for Aaron Burr.

Burr. Burr.

Philip and I were stationed together at camp.

We were in the Legion of the West,

and it was then, in the year 1805,

that we had become close friends.

I remember one particular evening

that Philip and I was strolling down the barracks together.

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