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There once was a boy who was an orphan and suffered abuse from his village residents. The only friend he had was the dummy scarecrow on the field, whom he talked to. One day, a wealthy man brutally beat the boy. The next morning, the wealthy man was found dead, and the scarecrow was covered in blood. 

Terrified, the villagers were convinced that the scarecrow had come to life to avenge its tormented friend. And it was the last scarecrow ever placed again in the fields, considering it a sign of death. 

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After scarecrow dolls begin appearing in the streets of Riddleford next to murder victims, the town is thrown into chaos. 

When the hunt for the mystery scarecrow murderer begins, it is only a matter of time before the famous Frontier Hall Opera House employees are subjected to suspicion, each protecting a secret of their own. But is that all that is going on? Or is there something unseen?

Scarecrow of 1889

Jane quickly arrived at her office to catch her assistant. Addison looked surprised and said, "Miss Jane, you have returned! Did you hear the news?"

"I did," Jane replied, and she shook her head to ask, "Did you speak to Lady Delilah's contacts?"

"I did. I spoke to her neighbours, her children, and the people whom she's worked with and as you know her life has been pretty much public. There's very little to uncover there," Addison sighed. "There's also something that I found out."

"What is it, Addison?" Jane asked, dropping her trunk as she had taken a carriage straight to this place rather than her home. And it wasn't like she had anyone waiting for her in the house now.

"I don't think it is just women," Addison stated, bringing a deep frown to Jane's face. Knowing exactly what he insinuated, she asked,

"Two men have died. Their wrists were cut," Addison stated.

Missing from the register