Boy of Chaotic Making by Charlie N. Holmberg EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Charlie N. Holmberg
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February 16, 1847, Near Waynesville, Ohio
A normal person would probably be completely aghast, and perhaps
faint, at the sight of the man who’d tried to murder her, suspended in a
tank of . . . Hulda didn’t want to know. But in truth, she’d expected
much, much worse, so in a strange way, seeing Silas Hogwood’s only
partially decayed corpse in a cylindrical glass coffin was almost a relief.
The dolls he’d kept around in life, shriveled monstrosities that
looked like starved cacti or fungal legumes, had been far more
repugnant. Though those, at least, hadn’t had discernible features. Silas
Hogwood . . . he almost looked like himself.
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Hulda drew in a deep breath, inhaling until it passed her navel and
hit her hips, then let it out all in one gust. “This will see all of us in jail.”
Us, referring to all four persons present. As far as Hulda was aware,
they were four of only five people who knew about the hidden, unnamed
laboratory Myra Haigh had siphoned funds to for years.
Speak of the devil.
“I know I’ve left it to you”—Myra stepped up beside her, an index
finger crooked just under her bottom lip—“but it would be a great waste
to destroy it. Mr. Hogwood aside, a lot of research has been done here. Is
being done. I beg you to take all of that into consideration before you
make a decision.”
Hulda bit the inside of her cheek. At least the facility, while
macabre, was well run. She shouldn’t have expected anything less where
Myra was concerned. The woman had caused her a great deal of trouble
over the last six months, but she was nothing if not competent. And
aggravatingly difficult to get a hold of.
Hulda glanced over her shoulder at the two employees, both in long
coats, working at tables full of glass vials and other sundry objects. Or
pretending to work. Likely eavesdropping, and Hulda couldn’t blame
them. Myra had sworn they were trustworthy. Hulda believed her.
Glancing back at the . . . tube . . . she asked, “What is he in?”
“Formaldehyde.” Myra leaned closer to the glass. “Salt. Water.
Magic. If you want the exact potion, I can call over Lisbeth.”
Lisbeth, one of the workers behind her. Hulda had forgone
introductions, though every iota of politeness and finishing school
censured her for it. She’d only just assumed her new duties as the
director of the Boston Institute for the Keeping of Enchanted Rooms a
few months prior, and she didn’t want to be any more tangled up in this
mess than she already was.
Magic had been slowly but steadily leaving the world for centuries.
The idea of synthesizing it was fascinating. World changing. But to do it
like this? It made nausea brew.
“How did you get him in here without informing outsiders?” she
asked.
Shrugging one shoulder, Myra said, “I have my ways.” She
hesitated. “I suppose you’ll want to know—”
“I really don’t.”
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