Chapter ONE - Weebly

Uncle Reg appeared, took one look at Ethan’s face,
and began to laugh silently. If Ethan could have punched
the ghost in the nose, he would have. Despite the
specter’s mockery, the effect of Ethan’s spell was
immediate. It felt as though cool water were flowing
over the bone and surrounding flesh. He hadn’t realized
how much it hurt each time he took a breath until he
could inhale without pain.
Ethan wished he could do more for his wounds, but
Henry had seen the bruises on his face and would
notice if he healed too quickly. He would have to be
satisfied with mending the broken bone. Healing spells
were taxing, and after the beating he had taken, he
would have liked nothing better than to take Henry’s
advice and rest. But one didn’t keep a man like Abner
Berson waiting, and Sephira’s visit had served only to
make Ethan more determined to begin his inquiry. He
changed into clean clothes and left his room. One of his
eyes had swollen shut, making it difficult to see, and his
split lip would make speaking a chore.
He had lost track of the time, but the sun was still
up, angling sharply across the shops and lanes of