The Cursed Scythe

The Cursed Scythe

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First published 04/23 Plot: Charlotte McAndrew is a curse breaker in the city of Glasgow, trying to run her own curse breaking company with Maggie Harper and Jack Grace. They haven't had much luck making it big. But a terrifying new case is theirs to solve: a library infested with a curse so deadly that it has become a sentient serial killer that hunts its victims in the guise of the Grim Reaper. Facing off with the snobby curse breaker Andrew Brown, Charlotte and her friends must figure out who has cast this deadly curse and how to stop it before it's too late. Especially when Charlotte seems to be its next victim. (Also inspired by Lockwood & Co.)
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