Burning of the Shrouds: Scattered Worlds

By Elizabeth Knollston

Mirror, mirror that I behold. Grant this soul its foothold.

 

Business is slow… at least as a supernatural consultant. But when a customer approaches Jez with an offer to pay double the usual rate for Jez's unique talents, Jez goes against her better judgement and agrees to the job.

 

While helping her customer, Jez realizes the control over her dangerous abilities threatens to slip. With temptation at every turn, she must navigate the treacherous waters of power and morality, while fighting to maintain her sanity and soul.

 

Will she give in to the darkness or will she find the strength to resist?

 

Mirror, mirror that I behold. Who will Jez become as she answers the call?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elizabeth Knollston
• Release date: Jan 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9781959159070

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Burning of the Shrouds

A Scattered Worlds Short Story

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by

ELIZABETH KNOLLSTON

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LEWIS BROS PRESS

Copyright © 2023 Elizabeth Knollston

Burning of the Shrouds

A Scattered Worlds Short Story

All Rights Reserved

This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

ISBN Ebook: 978-1-959159-07-0

Cover art and Interior Design © Elizabeth Knollston

Editing by Red Adept Editing Services

Published by Lewis Bros. Press

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Larned, KS 67550

for all the great mysteries the world has yet to reveal

Contents

Burning of the Shrouds

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Burning of the Shrouds

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The stack of unpaid and overdue bills resembled the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Jez eyed them and scowled at her accounts record on the computer's screen. Adding hashtags and trends, which had been recommended at a small business coffee hour, was building debt instead of easing it.

I told you. You can't deny it. Should've stayed where you were at.

Get out of my mind, Momma. Jez threw her pen and let her head fall into her hands. That has nothing to do with this.

Can't deny what you got and what you don't.

The argument was old and tired and wouldn’t go away. Perhaps if her momma had understood the ugly truth behind those words, she never would’ve used them to accuse Jez of running from their family’s heritage of wielding spirit magic. Moving hundreds of miles away wasn’t a denial of the unique talents her family possessed but rather an uncomfortable, ever-present reminder of them. Of how dangerous she’d become. Of how she’d thought she could control the hunger.

The dull chime of the old-fashioned bell above the door provided Jez an excuse