Anson began by interrogating the object itself, examining
it in its glass case in the Rothstone private museum, while Lady Anita looked
on.
His eye ran over the pointed ears, stabbing the air like
spear tips, and the pointed tip of the jackal’s snout and moving down to the
bulge in the belly of the jar that swelled his imagination with thoughts of
putrescent death.
Evil?
Pregnant with something - and not just because of the
swollen belly.
The jar was locked and loaded like a bomb.
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