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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

Ricardo sat beside the man, who appeared pale and frightened. The man's lips moved, but he struggled to speak, his words catching in his throat.

"Hola, Charles Leary," Ricardo greeted Charles, who had moved to one corner of the carriage.

"Please don't hurt me! I was only accompanying Jane because she asked me to. I didn't mean anything I said in court that day," Charles blurted out in one breath, his fear palpable as he anticipated the worst.

Ricardo's eyes remained fixed on Charles, the memory of that day in court still fresh in his mind. He then said, "I know you did it to save us all. And it is because of you that I am even here today."

Charles felt a glimmer of relief hearing this and asked, "Was there... something that you needed from me?"

"Yes," Ricardo responded. "I want to know what Jane was doing at the soiree today, knowing she isn't too fond of such events unless she's working on something."

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