Chapters (206)
- Praise for Maplecroft
- Title page
- Copyright page
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- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- THESE ARE THE THINGS AN EARTHQUAKE BRINGS
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- A DOCTOR, A LAWYER, A MERCHANT, A CHIEF
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- Phillip Zollicoffer, Professor of Biology, Miskatonic University
- Lizzie Andrew Borden
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- BE SURE YOUR SINS WILL FIND YOU OUT
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- I CROSS THE MAGPIE, THE MAGPIE CROSSES ME
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- Nance O’Neil
- THIS KNOT I KNIT, THIS KNOT I TIE
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- AND IF YOU HAVE A HORSE WITH ONE WHITE LEG . . .
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- THE WORST IS TO BE JUDGED WITHOUT HOPE
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- Lizzie Andrew Borden
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- BUT NETTLE SHANT HAVE NOTHING
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- CUT THEM ON FRIDAY, YOU CUT THEM FOR SORROW
- Phillip Zollicoffer, Professor of Biology, Miskatonic University
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- HAPPY IS THE CORPSE THAT THE RAIN SHINES ON
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- A DWELLING PLACE OF JACKALS, THE DESOLATION FOREVER
- Lizzie Andrew Borden
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- Nance O’Neil
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- Emma L. Borden
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- Owen Seabury, M.D.
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- Lizzie Andrew Borden
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- RIGHT CHEEK, LEFT CHEEK—WHY DO YOU BURN?
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- Aaron B. Stewart, Fire Chief, Farthington, Mass.
- Emma L. Borden
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- Gerald Macintyre, Telegraph Clerk, Western Union
- Owen Seabury, M.D.
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- Physalia, Z. University I Was Not Now
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- DEPART, ALL ANIMALS WITHOUT BONES
- Emma L. Borden
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- Owen Seabury, M.D.
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- Lizzie Andrew Borden
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- Owen Seabury, M.D.
- Phillip Zollicoffer. Physalia Zollicoffris.
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- Christoff Dane, M.D., Ph.D., University of Rhode Island, Kingston
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- Emma L. Borden
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- Owen Seabury, M.D.
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- Emma L. Borden
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- FAMILY SLAIN IN MAYFIELD
- Owen Seabury, M.D.
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- Lizzie Andrew Borden
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- Emma L. Borden
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- Owen Seabury, M.D.
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- Lizzie Andrew Borden
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- Inspector Simon Wolf
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The stones cause change, but they also lure. Are they luring something in to those who touch them? What a hideous thought. But now that I’ve had it, I’ll see what my library has to offer with regard to possession. And if mine won’t suffice, I’ll pack up a bag and make the trip to Providence.
Perhaps Emma could come; it’s not even twenty miles. We could spend the night away from home, and it might do us good.
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But I’ve distracted myself. Here is a note, to bring me back on course.
I will jot this down now, so I do not lose the train of thought and forget to return to it later: Is it possible that the creatures who haunt the grounds of Maplecroft from time to time . . . might actually be the end result of this weird malady? It’s almost too awful to consider. They could have been people, once. I might have killed half a dozen of them now.
If so, then the transformation eradicates any indication of humanity, save for the general shape of two arms, two legs, and a head atop a torso.
I thought that my father’s case, and Mrs. Borden’s case, were the end progression of this infliction. I might have been wrong, but even knowing this, I regret nothing. I would not have seen either one of them . . . no, not even my stepmother . . . reduced to such a state. And besides, they would’ve taken steps to murder me long before they ever reached that point.
The signs had already begun—and as it was, I constantly feared for my life, and for Emma’s as well. That’s why I sent her away, in those last days. I know everyone thinks it was because of William, but he was the least of our problems. William was only a conniving bastard, greedy for an inheritance he hadn’t earned or deserved. He would’ve tried to bring us all down with a scandal, but he wouldn’t have sickened or murdered anyone.
I write this with reasonable certainty but not, upon reflection, the utmost confidence. The truth is I never knew him well—only well enough to know that I didn’t wish to know him better.
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The more that I think about it, the more I wonder if Emma’s proposal wouldn’t be a good idea . . . a little sit-down chat with Doctor Seabury. If anyone else in town has been suffering such ailments, he’d be the first to know; and the fact that he mentions Matthew Granger as a case resembling my stepmother’s suggests that it’s the most advanced manifestation he’s seen so far.
(Apart from hers, I mean.)
Now that he’s recognized that something so pernicious is afoot, he might be better primed to see earlier symptoms . . . things which would otherwise go unnoticed, or unrecognized as part of a larger pathology.