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asked.
“I believe so. This girl, Jennifer Berson, the young
boy who died on Pope’s Day—Brown was his name—
and another who was killed the day that Ann and John
Richardson were hanged.”
“The boy was killed by witchery? I thought he was
run over by a cart.”
“He was,” Pell said. “But after he died.”
Caner’s brow creased. “I don’t understand any of
this.”
“I know you don’t,” Ethan said, feeling sympathy for
the rector in spite of all that had passed between them.
“These people were killed by a conjurer, who used
their lives to lend strength to his spells. And these spells,
I believe, were intended to control the behavior of
others.”
To his credit, the minister didn’t dismiss these claims
out of hand. But neither did he sound convinced as he
asked, “Do you know this for certain, or is it
conjecture?”
“I have some proof,” Ethan said. He indicated the
girl. “You see that glow—”