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Table of Contents Dedication Author Note Preface Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapte...
Table of Contents Dedication Author Note Preface Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Let's Be Friends Acknowledgments About The Author Guide Table of Contents Start of Content The Curse of the Mekori Copyright © 2022 by Brooke Clonts All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the written permission of the authors, except in the case of brief passages embodied in critical reviews and articles where the title, author and ISBN accompany such reviews or articles. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the publisher. Second Star Press, LLC [email protected] www.secondstar.press Edited by Kelley Riegert, Fiona McLaren, and Kim Autrey Proofread by EditElle – Writing & Editing Services Front cover design by Ben Dougal Interior design by Francine Platt, Eden Graphics, Inc. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Ebook ISBN 9798985171945 Paperback ISBN 9798985171952 Hardback ISBN 9798985171969 Audiobook ISBN 9798985171976 Library of Congress Number 2022921518 Manufactured in the United States of America First Edition January 2023 To my sisters. Because they keep me semi-normal. Author's Note: Dear reader, this story brings in the history of the Gunpowder Plot and the Pendle Witch Trials. I encourage you to do your own research to discover what’s historically accurate, and what I have twisted for the purpose of this story. Please note: This story contains graphic violence, homicide, and instances of accidental self-harm. Please only read if you are safe to do so. Prologue Lancaster, England—Year 1613 The candle burns low. A drop of hot wax slides down its side as Thomas Potts squints to read an account of court proceedings by the waning light. It’s too late. He exhales and drops the document. Opened bottles of dried ink sit in neglected corners of the mahogany bureau in his private office. Beneath his feet, a thick, patterned rug stretches across the wooden floorboards and forms haunting shapes, like outstretched hands to claim him in his misery. Altham awaits the final draft, which means Potts can’t postpone this day any longer. Potts looks up and stares into nothingness as the candle’s flame flickers. Shadow faces leer at him on the walls. If he looks too closely, they might resemble the innocents he helped accuse only one year ago, so he doesn’t look. Pages of words are strewn before him. Many of them bear scratches over the letters and blots of ink from when Potts ruined them in Chapter One October 13, 2016 Water pours in sheets from the rain outside, the heat from the flower shop vents leaving ghosts on the windows. An assortment of fresh plants lines the shop, some in pots and others in cut and primed bouquets. The worn counter by the cash register gleams from my recent attack with Windex. No speck of dust survives my shifts. My reputation at the store says I can make anything grow, but today, the lilies wilt in my hands even as I add fertilizer to the water. Customers walk around me, but I check my phone rather than look at them. I get off work at 9 p.m. Want to come over tonight? Sadie wants to see you. It’s the last message I sent Teddy, my boyfriend, but he hasn’t responded. In fact, we rarely talk anymore, not like we used to. I wait for the three dots that say he’s texting me, but they don’t come. “Beautiful necklace.”