Chapter ONE - Weebly

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Ethan’s first thought was that the boy was dead,
murdered just as Jennifer Berson and the Brown child
had been. Holin didn’t move. His face was deathly pale,
his mouth locked in what Ethan feared was a permanent
grimace, his eyes squeezed shut as if he was in pain.
Rain ran over his cheeks like tears. His hands were rigid
and clawed. One might have thought that he was
struggling to move, to break free of whatever spell the
conjurer had placed on him.
But Anna—the conjurer—had wanted Ethan to
stay. She—he?—was using Holin as bait, to lure Ethan
to the wraith so that she could use the full weight of her
power to destroy him. It was the only hope Ethan had
for the boy; Holin had to be alive.