Poisoned Love, Buried Truth

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assembled, their fa

d possession: an antique silver music box, a

picked

violently on the polished wooden

g, "used this... this trinket... for dark folk

h. "She used it to curse Brenda' s

pped forward, his

mbued with a potent curse, fed by Sarah' s bitterness and jealousy. It could have

, let out a theatrical sob. "

ard across the face.

s!" he

could barely speak. "No... I didn't.

sharp, piercing sound. She

cratch on her forearm – a mark she' d made herself earli

ith renewed fury. "Mor

iercely loyal to Ethan and what she believed Brend

irl," the housekeeper ord

ainst a post, sho

you do not confess, Annie, I will ensure you never

s sink in. "The burial you know o

ate hope of one day finding them, of prop

eamed dow

and, the one with the fence-mending cuts, and forced her

he said,

he damp, cold root cellar

e her evil," he sai

s later,

tant abuse, and a profoundly broken heart finally claimed her. She la

t finally piercing his r

her lifel

then fell t

er cold form in his arms. "Annie, w