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T he candle flickered low. Candle wax puddled on the narrow wooden tabletop.
Nora Goode set down her pen and stretched. Her shoulders ached. She rubbed her tired eyes.
Shadows cast by the single candle danced around the small room. Nora raised her eyes to the small window. Pale gray light seeped in between the bars.
The first light of morning, Nora thought. She felt a stab of panic in her chest.
The first light of morning, and I still have so much to write.
She flexed her aching fingers, then picked up the pen. “I must finish my story before they come for me,” she murmured.
The story of the two families—the Fears and the Goodes. The story of the evil curse that followed them through time.
So much to tell.
She had been writing all night, but she knew she had to continue. Nora swept her dark hair back over her shoulders. Then gave a start.
What was that darting shadow against the wall?
Nora turned to see a scrawny rat scamper across the bare floorboards toward her feet.
Ignore it, she told herself. Do not be distracted, Nora. This story is too important.
It must be told. It must be written.
If I do not finish the story of the Fears, no one will know how to stop the evil. Then the horrors will continue forever.
Nora hunched over the table and started to write again. I must now tell the story of Simon Fear, she decided.
To try to avoid the family curse, Simon changed his name from Fier to Fear. As a young man of twenty-one, he moved to New Orleans to seek his fortune.
Nora shook her head bitterly. Did Simon really believe he could leave two hundred years of evil behind him?
Ignoring the scratching of the rat, ignoring the sputtering of the dying candle, Nora dipped her pen in the inkwell and continued to write….
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