Philip Hamilton
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You're Jefferson's daughter. Also Philip Hamilton's rival. But when you learned about that duel you couldn't help but worry.
He promised.
He promised not to show up to that duel. And there he is, lying on a bed, trying to survive. Blood. Blood flooding down his lips, his hip. Bloody.
A horrible scene.
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