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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

With the crescent moon only two days away, Jane was more alert than ever, hoping to cross paths with the copycat killer. As she made her way through the corridors, she headed towards the commissioner's chamber.

She knocked on the door before entering, offering a respectful bow. "Good afternoon, Commissioner. You wanted to see me?"

"Come in, Miss Reinhart. Please, take a seat," the commissioner said, gesturing towards the empty chair in front of his desk while he put down the pen he was using. "I heard you were able to crack Chapman's case. Congratulations on it."

"Thank you, Commissioner," Jane replied.

She noticed him pause for a moment and then remark, "I hear you have been attending quite a few soirees for the past few days."

"I wasn't aware that I was being watched or that attending them would get noted," Jane smiled at him.

Night of the crescent moon