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Colonel Mustard
Whodunit
You may very well be the murderer. The last thing you remember about
the fateful night was heading drunk towards Mrs. White's bedchamber.
When the maid's screams brought everyone running, you awoke, alone, with
a bump on your head. One of your grandmother's pair of matched silver
candlesticks was missing.
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