Bright Places
The first accuser had been John Hathorne, the judge at the trials that had been responsible for the deaths of so many innocent people.
Amarantia had come upon a notation that suggested Maria Roses’s journal was stored in the rare book room. The journal was stowed in a drawer that the librarian had to unlock with an iron key. The lock stuck, coming free only after much prodding. Inside the drawer was the thin book with a stained blue-gray cover, meticulously secured in plastic wrapping.
“Be careful with that,” the librarian warned. She was clearly afraid of the slim volume, which she herself refused to touch. She offered a pair of white gloves to Amarantia to slip on to ensure that she wouldn’t damage the delicate paper. There was so much dust in the room Amarantia had a wi
