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  1. Praise for Maplecroft
  2. Title page
  3. Copyright page
  4. Contents
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. THESE ARE THE THINGS AN EARTHQUAKE BRINGS
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  12. A DOCTOR, A LAWYER, A MERCHANT, A CHIEF
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  20. Phillip Zollicoffer, Professor of Biology, Miskatonic University
  21. Lizzie Andrew Borden
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  26. BE SURE YOUR SINS WILL FIND YOU OUT
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  29. I CROSS THE MAGPIE, THE MAGPIE CROSSES ME
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  31. Nance O’Neil
  32. THIS KNOT I KNIT, THIS KNOT I TIE
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  37. AND IF YOU HAVE A HORSE WITH ONE WHITE LEG . . .
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  43. THE WORST IS TO BE JUDGED WITHOUT HOPE
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  46. Lizzie Andrew Borden
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  53. BUT NETTLE SHANT HAVE NOTHING
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  55. CUT THEM ON FRIDAY, YOU CUT THEM FOR SORROW
  56. Phillip Zollicoffer, Professor of Biology, Miskatonic University
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  62. HAPPY IS THE CORPSE THAT THE RAIN SHINES ON
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  67. A DWELLING PLACE OF JACKALS, THE DESOLATION FOREVER
  68. Lizzie Andrew Borden
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  71. Nance O’Neil
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  84. Emma L. Borden
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  88. Owen Seabury, M.D.
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  91. Lizzie Andrew Borden
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  93. RIGHT CHEEK, LEFT CHEEK—WHY DO YOU BURN?
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  101. Aaron B. Stewart, Fire Chief, Farthington, Mass.
  102. Emma L. Borden
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  104. Gerald Macintyre, Telegraph Clerk, Western Union
  105. Owen Seabury, M.D.
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  107. Physalia, Z. University I Was Not Now
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  109. DEPART, ALL ANIMALS WITHOUT BONES
  110. Emma L. Borden
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  115. Owen Seabury, M.D.
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  119. Lizzie Andrew Borden
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  130. Owen Seabury, M.D.
  131. Phillip Zollicoffer. Physalia Zollicoffris.
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  137. Christoff Dane, M.D., Ph.D., University of Rhode Island, Kingston
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  139. Emma L. Borden
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  144. Owen Seabury, M.D.
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  150. Emma L. Borden
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  153. FAMILY SLAIN IN MAYFIELD
  154. Owen Seabury, M.D.
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  165. Lizzie Andrew Borden
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  176. Emma L. Borden
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  186. Owen Seabury, M.D.
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  197. Lizzie Andrew Borden
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  205. Inspector Simon Wolf
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On second thought, to hell with it. I’ve only been devoted, only been her supporter and companion when she had no one else, either. Let us spiral down together, then, because neither one of us can go it alone. I’ve been her captive audience and her character witness all this time, and if she wants to blame me for things beyond my control, then she deserves whatever becomes of her, too.

We all do, I guess.

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I hear the door downstairs. The doctor’s here, I think. If it isn’t him, then God only knows. Tonight I haven’t the strength to go find out.

Owen Seabury, M.D.

MAY 5, 1894

The Maplecroft laboratory is a strange place, if clean, well stocked, and well lit. Any university or hospital would be proud to have such a variety of tools and equipment, and indeed, I’m inordinately fortunate that she trusts me enough to leave me here, to my own devices. Especially considering what has become of Nance after her foray downstairs.

I wonder why it changed her so, and yet it leaves my mind more or less intact.

I wonder if I’m wrong about the latter.

Well, I’m not completely wrong. That much is obvious, for I have the willpower and acumen and clarity of thought to follow Christoff’s notes and sort the samples he has provided me. I’ve also begun to incubate the live bacteria, for I’ll need more of it down the road. I’m developing my theory, fleshing it out by degrees. It might be a bad one; it might lead nowhere at all, but it’s more than I had a week ago, so I will pursue it all the same.

Lizzie has been helping some, for she’s intrigued by my speculation and sees at least enough merit to show an interest. She’s such a sharp woman; it’s such a pity what’s become of her life, and her sister. Speaking of the sister, I do wish Emma would join us; but between her health and her general aversion to me these days, she remains upstairs. I do not know if she’s capable of descending the basement steps.

But I shouldn’t underestimate her.

In truth, I have no idea what she is or isn’t capable of. I thought I did, at one time. I thought I knew a lot of things, but I’ve been proven wrong about so much . . . now I’d rather steer clear of assumptions. I think Wolf would be pleased to hear me say it. He doesn’t like assumptions, either.

Though still I assume Emma’s mad at me for sharing her secret. I don’t understand why she was so angry. I only told Wolf about her pen name in order to protect her. To protect everyone here. She knows this. She’s admitted this. So why harbor the grudge?