By Dana Cameron
The past's blood stains the current the potential of a life-time awaits archaeologist Emma Fielding within the Berkshire foothills of Western Massachusetts: the opportunity to check the eighteenth-century diary of Margaret Chandler, the accused witch and murderess whose domestic Emma excavated simply months earlier than. notwithstanding, the 3 different Shrewsbury origin fellows she needs to percentage the premises with are a disturbingly strange bunch, and ahead of too lengthy certainly one of them is useless. yet Emma can locate no solace within the bleak fantastic thing about the encompassing desolate tract, for there are darkish secrets and techniques encoded in Madam Chandler's writings, and surprising parallels among an historic slaying and the unusual, brutal dying of her colleague. whilst the killer moves back, Emma realizes her personal existence is at stake. And all of sudden there's no selection left: she is pushed to enquire bloody crimes prior and current -- earlier than her personal loss of life turns into a footnote in a chilling, three-centuries-old tale.
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Madam Margaret Chandler’s diary is here. I did a little survey at the Chandler house last summer, and it has a good eighteenth-century component intact, so I’m going back in a season or two. ” “Survey? ” He screwed up his face in puzzlement, and I realized I’d lapsed into professional jargon. “I’m excavating the site of her home,” I explained. ” I had been expecting the usual curiosity, even excitement, that comes when I tell people what I do for a living, but Jack only looked doubtful and cleared his throat.
At least I could see signs of life here—cars filled the main street, shops were open and busy—and that cheered me again. The Shrewsbury Foundation was located a short distance outside of Monroe, a tall wrought-iron fence surrounding its grounds. From what I could see of the house from the breaks in the trees along the road—one of the hazards of creating a view for yourself is that it also tends to put you on display—the fence suited the place, all Victorian gothic and curlicues. The real blot on the landscape was this foolish, imposing, and totally inappropriate guardhouse at the main entrance, complete with an orange-and-white-striped hinge barrier—nothing could have been more obvious or obnoxious a bar to the outside world.
It wasn’t anything fancy, just a fume hood and a sink and a couple of work surfaces. A collection of brown chemical bottles sat on a shelf, along with cases of distilled water. I knew that distilled water was often used to clean paper during its conservation. Harry noticed my interest. “We are lucky enough to have what we need to do some conservation and repairs to the books right here. ” said a muffled woman’s voice. ” Harry was looking over my shoulder and smiling broadly. ” Sasha was stooping by a trolley full of books and had been sorting them when she called him.