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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

"I knew it!" Sergeant Gruger was quick to jump on the train of suspicion. "You will now come to the inspector's office and confess what you've been up to!"

"That won't be necessary, Gruger," Inspector Woodbead interjected, making his way towards them. "Miss Reinhart, you should be careful with your words, especially in such dire times. Is there a reason you were the one to discover the body?"

"Actually, that was me, Inspector Woodbead," Addison chimed in, only to shrink back under the inspector's stern gaze.

"We were here chasing a lead on the case we're working on, a case assigned by the commissioner himself. The guards Sergeant Gruger placed to protect me left my side to chase the lead, even after I told them not to. If this continues, I should perhaps raise my concerns with the commissioner about my work being hindered," Jane stated firmly.

Nothing new, but old