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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

"What changed?" Dr. Hall inquired, noticing a deviation in the pattern of Ricardo's previous actions.

"Isn't it clear?" Ricardo replied, a subtle smile touching his lips. "It was her influence."

It took a moment for Dr. Hall to understand his meaning. "Jane Reinhart?"

"Yes," Ricardo affirmed, turning his gaze out the window. "She once said how routine numbs us, that drastic change is essential for progress."

"That explains Margot Brooks. But what about your mother?" Dr. Hall asked cautiously, broaching the subject with sensitivity. "She inflicted great harm on you during your childhood. Why did you wait until that night to act?"

Finishing the beginning