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Alternative Ideals

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Dr. Blaine Dynham, PhD is a well-known genius, graduating high school at 16, becoming a detective in college at 19, and graduating college with a doctorate in psychology at 26. He resigned from the police force at 30, before getting a job as a clinical psychologist in 2001 as he moved in with his dying grandmother in the small, humble town of Wolfstone, Oklahoma. Wolfstone is quite the peaceful town, with the only criminal activity being the rare vandal or shoplifter. But, he notices a case on the local news one day, a serial killer at large. He or she has not been identified, having been able to avoid all means of collecting evidence, and has lacked any suspects in the 2 months the killer has been at large. Dynham decided to look into it.
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