Lula watched the man get up, rattle the door, and pace the aisle of the windowless room. “Poor sod,” she whispered to her traveling companion, her cousin Hedwig  “Still I’d rather be locked safe in here than down at the bottom of the ship with that thing.”  Her mouth twisted like a corkscrew at the last word. “Whatever are you talking about?” she asked. “I saw her coming aboard.  The Lady Hamilton and her granddaughter.  I bet you anything they brought that cursed jewel of theirs with them!” “Cursed jewel?” A man behind them interrupted. “The Wendigo Diamond, of course!” Start from the beginning! Support Hugh on Patreon!

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