Breaking The Curse

Agnes Booth is dead. My cousin, Jessie, rang me last night from Ireland with the news. There was a shaky tearfulness in her voice and a question she didn't dare ask. Agnes Booth lived in Jessie's village. She was an odd, shrivelled little person who you could imagine listening at keyholes and opening other people's... Continue Reading →

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