Chapter ONE - Weebly

having this small role in their lives was preferable to
having none at all.
Since that time, he had visited with them often. And
if being with the children meant he could spend a few
hours with Elli, too, all the better. But until this day, his
friendship with them had never endangered Clara’s life
or Holin’s.
As they walked the boy prattled on, relating some
story one of his friends had told him. Ethan barely
listened, his mind still churning over his latest encounter
with Sephira’s toughs. That is, until something the boy
mentioned caught his attention.
“… Both of them dead like that. One of them still as
could be, the other kicking like an Irishman doing a jig.
Had to be a ghost.”
“Wait,” Ethan said, halting. They were standing in
the shadow of the Old North Meeting House, not far
from the ruin of Thomas Hutchinson’s home. The dogs
had abandoned them; probably they were heading back
to Henry’s shop. A few people still milled about in front
of the lieutenant governor’s house, but otherwise the
street was relatively empty. “Two people dead? This