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My thanks to my beloved husband Hoyt, for his support and help, and to all my family members. Thanks to Matt Kluchar and Niyi Akande for their encouragement when I began writing the story. Thanks to my beta readers, Mike Mefford, Laina, my son Tony, and Sylvia Stewart. Thanks to my mentor, Myra Shofner, for issuing the challenge to write a novella which later became this novel. And special thanks to Jack’s Girl, whose typo one night in chat gave me the title (which gave me the story), Tugger’s Down.




Our fathers have sinned, and are not;

and we have borne their iniquities.

Lamentations 5:7, KJV




Be sober, be vigilant;

because your adversary the devil,

as a roaring lion, walketh about,

seeking whom he may devour.

1 Peter 5:8, KJV




Prologue

Salem, Massachusetts


A tiny skid. A jerk. And the planchette skittered across the Ouija board, came to an abrupt stop and pointed to the word “Yes.”

Olivia Farnsworth took her fingers from the small piece of wood that rested on the board and gave Tiffani Adams a skeptical glance from slitted eyes. “You did that. You made it move.”

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