Chapter ONE - Weebly

“I doubt he or his family had any property worth
stealing.”
“But you say he died like Jennifer Berson? There
were no marks on him?”
“No, it wasn’t that. He bore terrible marks. But he
was said to have died from being run over by a cart.
That’s not what killed him.”
Ethan frowned. “Mister Pell—”
“My father was a surgeon, Mister Kaille. I didn’t
train as one myself, but I learned plenty from him. This
boy was dead before the cart struck him.”
“How can you know that?”
Pell took a breath. “His head was crushed. That
was the injury that was said to have killed him. But he
had another wound: a break in his arm.” The minister
pointed to the upper portion of his own arm. “Here.
The jagged end of the bone pierced the skin from
within.”
Ethan had been in battle, and had seen such wounds
before. He nodded for the man to go on.
“I examined the wound when he was brought to us,”
Pell said. “It was terrible. The boy’s skin had been