Do you believe in
witches?
The Dowager Lady Bramley, widow of the local squire, also
denies a belief in witchcraft. Or ghosts. Although she's lately enjoyed long
discussions with her dear departed husband, who is intent on luring her to
Slowly Fell, a place that haunts her dreams— a village with a macabre history,
and a connection to her family that she would rather not remember.
Admiral Wetherby did not believe in witches either, until
madness caused him to burn down his house and all his possessions, sending
himself up in smoke with it. And now his daughter, practical, level-headed
survivor, Sarah Wetherby, arriving in Slowly Fell to look after the vicar's
sick wife, doesn't know what to think about witches. She is not a young woman
prone to fanciful ideas, but she loves a good mystery, and there is certainly
something going on in Slowly Fell. Sarah has begun to suspect that she's lived
here before. Certain sights around the village are familiar— the house where a
reclusive old woman resides in grand, but lonely splendor; the pond where a
family of accused witches once met their deaths in the ducking-stool, and even
the gruff manners of that handsome, bachelor blacksmith seem to her familiar as
old friends. Or something more.
But in Slowly Fell, nothing and nobody is quite what they
seem.
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